Mar 06 2007
The Me of Me
When my life hurts
I imagine my other life
on the road not taken.
But, my mind wants to know
if is it the road not taken
that determines my life
Or me?
Would I be a different me
if I chose a different road?
Would the me of me
change with the seasons
the colors or the geograhy
Just because?
Or is it a trick
I play on myself
to explain away
my choices
good and bad
right and wrong
smart and stupid?
Even in my imaginings
I seem not able
to remove me from me
Untaken road or not.
No matter where I travel
in cars, on foot, in my imagination
the me of me is always there.
copyright 2007
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This post speaks to me of choices and how we internalize that choice be it good or bad.
Self doubt to me is part of the human condition.
As long as we inhabit the planet we will always wonder about our choices regarding our various path in life.
I say stop rationalizing and live.
Too much of the world goes by when we stop to ask ‘what if’.
Nice post.
Love the picture as well.
~m
i’d say, you got my point and my thoughts on this one pretty much…perfectly.
sarah
Sarah, sorry upfront, I am going to babble, maybe not so much in direct response to your post but the thoughts it leaves me with:
There’s one road that I’ve chosen not to take (anymore), and it’s the only one that I’ve ever been completely sure about. That road is the “What if?”-road. The only times I might still use it is for writing purposes…….
It’s all you, all the way.
), then everything is still open to us except the way we came…….
At times I am not sure whether the whole road image is an unlucky one as it speaks of something pre-set, something we follow rather then direct (having said that, your picture is perfect). If we look at life like a journey through fresh snow (or sand if you prefer
Would be nice to think of hurt like of blisters, it doesn’t mean we’ve made a wrong choice but only that we tried too hard to make something fit or to get somewhere too fast. Hurting just means that we need a break to heal and refocus.
spaz, babbling is allowed and encouraged here so no worries. yes….what you said.
the ‘what if’ really should be left to the realm of fiction. in life, it just hurts you in the long run. and i guess we agree because my point was the road doesn’t matter, you are still you and you always bring you with you - right? lol. does that make sense?
sarah
Oh and, from an artistic point of view: loved that poem
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oh thanks hon. (secretly i loved the title)
sarah
You always make sense
.
sarah
Have a wonderful day, they tell us that it’s the last day of winterweather up here in TO!
Time to look for lighter clothes, or go shopping I guess…….
thank you, spaz. last day of winter? i thought the last day of winter was the 20th. i know it’s certainly been springlike in my neck of the woods. in fact, i planted my garden last weekend and i’m already anticipating the fresh vegetables.
I’d be ‘after tinkin’ there be some Irish in you somewhere after this picture and posting- something keeps screaming that at me!
den you’d be tinkin’ right me boyo. indeed i am half irish and born on st. patty’s day to boot. what gave me away - all the me’s in the poem.
i loved the picture - i love all pictures of ireland, someday want to visit the ‘old sod’ something tells me it will feel like home to me when i do.
sarah
Past is my treasure. Present is my joy. Future is my expectation.
Cheers!
Robert-Gilles
cheers robert, thanks for reading.
sarah
I too saw the Irish peeking through, all the “me’s,” the moments filled with melancholy pondering and the uplifting ending of the “me” being present no matter where you wander.
I loved it. It takes an Irish to know an Irish — so I hear ya dearie. Thanks for that wonderful poem.
~ Popsgirl
lol. i guess i went overboard on the me’s. it just plain gave me away, i guess.
sarah
I follow that road in my mind at times. I always end up getting hit by a bus in the end. I am thankful for the path that I have taken.
well the bus part sound painful - but if you are happy with your path you really can’t ask for more.
sarah
Well I think we get to an age where it’s no longer ‘acceptable’ to blame other people for our decisions/mistakes/pain, so we have to take it internally; some of it can be self-destructive, but sometimes it’s necessary to take a look back to see how far you’ve come. Also, I’ve noticed that these types of things mostly happen when I miss someone, you know that gut wrenching, what was I thinking, did I do the right thing miss someone, but that’s just me. I really really really enjoyed this. Great job.
thanks kim. you know, for me, poetry can be very organic - meaning that i’m not sitting at a table thinking about writing something - it’s more like i’m scrambling eggs and the whole thing just slams into my head and i’m running around trying to find a pen and paper to get it down before i lose it, while trying to keep the eggs from burning. i’m not sure what that means - does it mean that this stuff was buried deep in my subconscious and the smell of eggs forces it to the surface or that it is my way of relieving current stress? don’t have clue. but i will say that yes, it is another page in the book of me. sometimes the pages are sad, sometimes they are happy and sometimes in between, but they are always me.
sarah
no doubt about it, acceptance is the key to it all; now about the eggs…..
sarah
yes….???? what about the eggs? have a good recipe?
Naah, not the me’s, just the introspective melancholy and positive undercurrents were yelling Ireland, and oh, happy St Paddies, and happy Birthday ya wee lass!!!
it must be one of them unconscious things we do - giving ourselves away like that. thanks for the birthday and irish wishes. happy st. paddy’s to you as well.
sarah
Interesting, thought provoking poem.
-Smith
thank you, smith. nice to see you here.
sarah
The picture and the poem have a psychological appeal to me, like, “yeah I’m saying these things to myself because the journey is more important than the destination, the questions are more powerful than the answers.” It’s like you’re a moving star in the night sky, shining the roads for fellow stars.
oh thank you, tom - what a beautiful thing to say. i’m touched by your kindness and open heart.
sarah
Another thing, I saw your “Passing Through”, what a coincidence, I said “Moving Star” then here it was in your post, the picture of a moving star (a light, to be exact)! I love coincidences like these.
or maybe it’s a perception? i believe that artists, especially writers have their eyes on the future in many ways large and small. i did love that picture though - it always gives me a little thrill when i find exactly what i’m looking for.
sarah