
I’m my soul’s riches
No landscape but what we see
Inability to dream
Blast from the Past:
You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about navigating life

I’m my soul’s riches
No landscape but what we see
Inability to dream
Blast from the Past:
You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life

All life is a dream
Nostalgia’s impotence
Beauty all alone
Blast from the Past:
Reclusively you
The dream is different here
It’s a state of mind

To avoid thinking,
Not reflecting; for some that’s
What it means to live
Blast from the Past:
The fool entices,
“This is just the way things are.
Don’t overthink it.”

Soft hands and warm oil
Stretch, relax, and moisturize,
Getting a massage
Blast from the Past:
Sometimes you must learn
To gently calm down. Take time
To relax and heal.

Every small bump
Becomes a source of worry
But is just a bump
Blast from the Past:
Why worry about
The future? There is too much
Life to be lived now.

Life is growth, so if
We’re not growing together,
We’re growing apart
Blast from the Past:
Grow what is working,
And then improve what is not.
Iterative process.

Think of today’s acts.
Would death taking them be bad?
Live the life you want.
Blast from the past (an aphorism):
Action is all we have until we die, so to avoid taking action is to decide to die early.

Your legacy turns
To how others remake you
Till you’re forgottenPosthumous title: Death from This World
Blast from the Past:
How long will it take
Until everything I do
Will be forgotten?

You will never be
Satisfied in life until
You choose to just be
Blast from the Past:
I push up the stone,
Pledging to help Sisyphus,
Freedom in routine
(I really like this photo, since it does a great job reflecting both poems. To me, it’s like the boy just chooses to be and is smiling behind the rocks while helping Sisyphus.)

Made my resolutions.
Now is the time to go hard
And fail at each one
Blast from the Past:
New revolution
In our random time cycle,
Supposed new me