Poetic Reflections: existentialism

Well, what about it? you might ask. I’m getting to that; hang onto your berets! Oh yes, I’m the poet. Hang onto your chins then . . . Philosophically, “Existentialism” relates to free will. But is everyone in the world free? Not by a long shot. Some because of their own mistakes. Others because they were born into bad situations, or were in the wrong place at the right time. Some are imprisoned by fear, doubt, anger, even hate — stemming from the scars of experience and loss; the twisty ties that bind.

But what binds all of us together? The mere fact we exist. We share this wondrous hurtling planet at precisely the same point in time, and that’s pretty astounding! If the degree of closeness of our D.N.A. isn’t enough to convince you, being here now should certainly give you a sense of warmness toward your fellow human beings. It’s like we’re part of one big messy superfamily. Sure, a bickering dysfunctional splintered family group (sound “familiar”?), yet a family nevertheless!

What does it matter? Good grief, must every paragraph begin with a question?!? Okay, I’m the one writing this so I guess that could be construed as my fault. Guess I’ve answered my own question then! Back to your question. Which I considerately composed for you. Everything matters. Life matters. If it didn’t, we wouldn’t be here.

What I’m trying to say is, and that isn’t a question, don’t let it pass you by. Don’t let it slip away while you’re blinking. Approach this gift of life with your eyes wide, your heart too, or you’ll miss the best parts.