Role Playing

So how do you start?
A teacher would say from the very beginning

The philosopher would say from where you left it off

The optimist would say from wherever you like

And the fool would say from the middle

All of them would be right, I guess

And don't we play all these roles each passing day?

The teacher, the student, the philosopher, the fool,

The optimist, the pessimist, the opportunist, the victim

Pieces of a whole. Passing currents.

Mistakes. Habits of a lifetime. Errors

Patterns in the sand which are etched so deep

You dig deep and change them, so that you may live

And live fully, freely, content and happy

With no need for self killing, dying a million deaths everyday

Always, it's you. Always it's part of you

You chose, hence you got. You did, hence you received.

Your call. Choose wisely. Gracefully, with dignity.

No drama, no romanticising, no sharp temper.

Grieve, for what will never be, for what was and move

Move on. Since life is like fastrack watches.

You exchange and you cross tracks. Habits of a lifetime

Life seems different everytime. At every turning point

That doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

But heart is still squeezed to a throbbing mass

But there is no cynicism, strangely just disappointment

Hurt, but strength. Of will, of mind, of heart

I write stupid. Write deep. Write convoluted.

How else do you clear the clutter?

In your heart and mind, in your soul?

I write sad, which will end soon.

Because leaning is not allowed

It is what is expected. Self pity is a trap

One which I can fall into

I've always got the "No Leaning" signal

I have to change my patterns, my stance

I am not inadequate, I am not worthless