Onward upward
little soldier –
it is a lie –
a far, far better
thing you do
today
than the far
far better
thing you did
yesterday.
Onward upward
little soldier:
stretch, twist, contort
to take less room;
occupy a still
small space;
aspire to be less
than you have been
before.
Onward upward
little soldier.
outdo yourself;
remake yourself –
not for joy or love,
but to have something
to throw at
absence.
Onward upward
little soldier:
be more, do more;
only then will you
escape judgment;
only then
will you
matter.
Onward upward
little soldier –
it is a lie, a ride
we can’t get off.
We are constantly striving to outdo something…others, ourselves….purging our insides of something, even when we feel empty…writing is purging….eventually you begin to fill yourself up with something worthwhile….
Good observation – writing is a kind of purging, I think.
So sad, but I really do get this.
I think the things that drive us are universal. (More correctly, feeling driven is in some ways universal.)
I do know some people who have absolutely no drive. And then there are a couple of people I know who feel guilty about having no drive. I cast no judgement–as long as they are taking care of themselves and harming no one, there is something to be said for simply being content.
Indeed so. Since you threw a Hobbit party, I’ll indulge an impulse to quote from said book, “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” Contentment is a blessed state.
Great quote, and an apt one.
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