Giving Up...the lost intent
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
When indeed does giving up form its crusted shell,
endowing us with melancholy thoughts,
lost in the time of our consciousness,
and at the end of our acceptance and tolerance.
Why can we simply let go our resolve,
take in the abandonment of a lost cause,
when life is carried within it,
blooms from the root of it.
How can we so recklessly end our commitment,
to embrace the potentials of life,
when it takes us to the limits of endurance,
when sad hearts recognize themselves in reflection.
Perhaps we are so long as a taper, finite,
and when the light finally extinguishes,
all darkness returns,
to an empty and soulless end, betrayed of purpose.
Yet what perception governs that definitive,
disables intent to an early end,
when possibility dictates otherwise,
and life supports all energies in transformation.
How we presume our end in conclusion,
is much about our strength of resolve,
and giving up is no solution,
to a problem ill-conceived and unwritten.
Giving up is exhaustion not tempered by consideration,
a response to being overwhelmed in some way,
based on emotional bleating in the face of harsh life,
rather than a pragmatic, conscious decision.
Giving up is selling yourself short. We are far more capable that we think we are, at coping with the world and all its challenges. All we have to do is believe in ourselves.
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