Posted in Daily Fire

We do not receive a life that is short

We do not receive a life that is short, but rather we make it so

Seneca

We make life short by being bored with the present and looking to future pleasures,

Wishing we could leap over the days that stand in between

2500 years ago this may have been the gladiator games, today football

Nothing has really changed.

We give our time freely to others, without taking time out for ourselves

And find that those days we couldn’t wait to arrive are gone faster than they came

And we lose days thinking to the pleasures of the night, and we lose the night dreading the day.

Over time when we look back, we realise that we have freely thrown the time given to us away and spent only little of it living or on ourselves.

Life is not short, our actions make it so.

Posted in poem

Crying your hear out

Cause all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You’ll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

Just try not to worry
I’m one with the stars
I’ve been
And now I’ve gone
So be on your way
Life goes on
There isn’t much more to say

My time wasn’t cut short
My time was just right
I lived a good life
Now I’m one with the stars
I’m immortalized in time

Why would you cry your heart out
Move on, that ain’t the way to live
Just because I’ve faded away
From the life you know
Remember I got to follow lifes flow
Now I’m one with the stars
Immortalized in time

We’re all of us stars
We’re fading away
Just try not to worry
You’ll see us some day
Just take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

(Inspired by Oasis- Crying your heart out)

Posted in poem

Characters in a play

We all just characters in a play
We have our roles to play
Just acting out each day
Hoping we see another day

But our role is not guaranteed
Our contract might not get renewed
Once the curtain is called
We leave an empty stage for our permanent retirement

Let us act out each day
As if it was our last performance
Because we’re only as good as our last dance
So lete not get stage fright
So we can take our character to new heights
So when the curtain finally gets called
We can call it good night And peacfully retire.
Knowing we performed our hearts out and did our character right

We all just characters in a play
We have our roles to play
Just acting out each day
Hoping we see another day

Posted in poem

The Dance Of Death

Will it be today, I don’t know.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll go

I can feel her watching down on my every move.
I’m a puppet in her play, Will she give my character another day.

She smiles down on me and all I can do is smile back,
After all, what’s the point in frowning,
One day she’ll take her shot and hit the spot

Till then I’m dancing to her beat,
Just moving my feet, Fast enough to last enough to make something count.

It won’t be long till I come to the end of her song and take my last breath.

This is the dance of death

Posted in Health, Life, Relationships, Stoicism, Wealth

Memento Mori…

I finally got my brothers art framed… – @commixturedesigns (Instagram)

I had him draw up copies from Ryan Holidays – Daily Stoic store,

These two Pictures

‘Memento Mori’ & ‘The Dance of Death’ could seem pretty morbid to the outside world, But when you break down the meaning they are very motivational…

‘Mento Mori’ – Meaning Remeber Death

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Memento Mori

‘The Dance of Death’ has a skeleton holding a crossbow with the caption

‘“Ma flesche (asseure toy) n’espargnera personne
Vous danserez trestout ce balet, que je sonnne”

Which translates to

“My arrow (I promise you) spares no one
You will all dance the ballet of which I sing”

– Meaning that we are all dancing to the ballet of life, Avoiding the Arrow… But one day as promised we will not be spared.

 

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The Dance Of Death

 

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