Monologue Of A Selfish Heart (2003)
I sit alone and let the thoughts rage around in my head.
Why am I even here on earth, would I be better off dead?
What is my contribution to make my stay unique?
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So fleeting is this thing called life, we journey toward its end,
experiencing pieces of a puzzle we don't truly comprehend.
The hues of our emotion paint a picture of our past,
Wonderful. The colors represent the emotions, indeed.
I love the humor, innocence and whimsy of this poem. But there's more here than meets the eye. If you look a bit deeper, you can see how we sometimes don't properly interpret our experiences, simply because we don't truly understand their nature or that of their source. The child does not understand the transient nature of snow and that it is destined to melt... so too we do not understand the nature of G-d and the things that we may experience in our lives.