to go to school and study what everyone is supposed to know,
or stay home and examine what you believe will help you grow？
to study further to obtain a “better” job
or work while observing life as it throbs？
to believe what preachers/gurus/rabbis/imams claim
or to suspect that all statements about “universal truth” are equally lame？
to live alone “independently”
or be with another, compromising constantly？
to remain with the same partner, even if it feels stale
or journey alone along an unfamiliar trail？
to try to guide others to avoiding the same mistakes as you,
or recognize that nobody wants (or needs) any guidance？
(Mistakes are part of learning and what humans do)
to pretend that you “really matter” and your life counts somehow,
or smile at the sheer emptiness of existence and insignificance of all that is avowed?
to become ashes dispersed at sea
or fertilize the land that nourished thee?
I dislike the nihilistic tone of this poem.
(ignoring Linda) Well, each person has to pretend as if their life somehow matters, even though in the long run it may not.
(ignoring Ron) We should be passionate about our dreams. Those without passion are like the living dead and are capable of nothing worthwhile.
(a bit sarcastically) Well, well – aren’t we listening to each other?