What are you here for?
A poem on finding your meaning
What are you here for?
For meetings, for 121s,
to keep stressed,
to keep busy?
for late shifts, ignoring family,
for exhaustion,
till dizzy?
For achievement and merits,
for other’s approval?
For intensity, for push,
for joy removal?
or…
For smiles, for laughter,
for the easy and existential?
Entirely here now,
in the present, not eventual?
For learning to love,
who you are inside?
To respect and to learn
let love be your guide?
For kindness and connection,
to everyone you meet?
Not nice and manipulation,
just trying to beat?
For life is confusing,
difficult, hard,
Beautiful and ugly,
both perfect and scarred,
For people and moments,
can be kind and awful.
Be here for your life,
making your stories joyful.