Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.
There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.
-- William James
From ever I found it amazing how contagious is gloom and fear, while it's so hard to talk people into experiencing joy of life and appreciation for whatever good we already have. Something that inspired that wise maxim: "Count your blessings, not your curses".
They say there is only love and fear, from which all other emotions stem. Maybe because fear is so close to the strongest instinct we have, the one of survival, that makes our hearts so trigger-happy to be afraid, to worry, to communicate complaints, anger, and other features of insecurity.
With mainstream Media cashing in on spreading negative news, and people's negative addiction to them, it's a small wonder that the world appears to be in a constant spell of bad vibes.
Now, as I am trying to spread a spirit of a daring life, so often I get an image of myself on a small lake's island, trying to build solid bridges that would connect it with the mainland.
Now and then, from the other side someone may show intention to meet me half way with their portion of the bridge, but more often than not I "abort my mission", returning to my little world, to sit comfortably and just observe what's happening on the other side.
From my experience it's such a thin line between bragging and sharing about my joy of life, that I often generalize my messages, not mentioning myself as practitioner of any of those good life-promoting moves.
But then, spurred by a playful spitefulness, not by ego that begs for recognition, I do exactly that, not caring how "competitive" I may appear in eyes of people who view everything in interactions under the scope of "who is the better person".
The next two pieces of my prose in rhymes will try to depict: 1) Mentalities with low vibes, and 2) My personal effort reminding of the one of a "mental athlete" to raise my own vibes with a daring spirit.
Low Energy Vibes Everywhere
Our energy frequency is so low
and in a unison we all resonate
brains working pathetically slow
hearts generating fear and hate.
Seeing it from where I stand
this massive negative vibration
I am finding it hard to understand
why are so many under that fixation.
I may tell them to snap out of that spell
to insist on happiness because they can
do they like me or they hate me, I can't tell
but something's telling me they aren't my fan.
For, it's strange, if I pointed to their vice
hardly anyone would object or even freak
but for some unclear reason it's not very nice
to remind them of how their will-power is weak.
So, if you want to have good friends
join folks in their pathetic low vibration
that level of being everyone understands
from your pissed friend to the pissed nation.
Kick back and forth political crap
tell of all your discomforts and pains
complain about kids or generation gap
how weather affects your body and brains.
But don't you dare to put a smile on your face
that's bound to make you look weird and odd
for any symptom of happiness is out of place
like an insult to mankind -- if not to their God.
Love is the ultimate expression of the will to live.
-- Tom Wolfe
With a Daring Will
With a forceful and persistent bliss
I've conquered pain and physical ills
and if it's something that you may miss
you will never know this kind of life thrills.
It's a liberated, unutterable joy
ignited by nothing but sheer will
something like a favorite mental toy
that makes mind happy, strong, and still.
So much is wasted by thinking smart
about problems that won't go away
instead of mobilizing our heart
for heart has the final say.
We either enjoy every second of life
or we are just busy sounding clever
struggling and choking in our strife
not finding our peace of mind ever.
So sometimes I pretend to really care
about world's stupidities and all the rest
while all it merely takes is to spitefully dare
to be different and utilize our heart's very best.
The video below depicts the topic of the poem above
© 2020 Val Karas