I mentioned in a previous posting that we had been up in Algonquin Provincial Park, here in Canada. While exploring the park we stayed at the Blue Spruce Resort located in the village of Dwight, just outside the park. Covid precautions were in play. Still we had an opportunity to converse with other guests, and enjoyed observing the actions of some starved by the pandemic of the ability to converse with others, vie for attention. It got me thinking about life, and how we all struggle to be significant in the eyes of others. We all succeed in one way, or another, however in the end we revert to being as insignificant as we were when we began our journey. And so, I sat down and wrote a few words.....
INSIGNIFICANCE
A cry!
Our first attempt to claim significance,
in a world filled with insignificance.
I recall that as a child we played a game,
that we called, “King Of The Castle”,
a means to gain significance,
a game that as we aged,
became, a way of life,
a means to gain significance, and to claim
our seat at the table,
the means to attain possible dreams,
fame for knowing all, and
adoration best of all.
Fame, however, is fleeting, and
when your claim to fame has been drained,
and you’ve become old and grey,
be certain that you will be ignored,
and be allowed to fade away.
It’s then that we play another game,
an attempt to remain visible.
Goals achieved by you are prized,
capitalized,
visualized,
made to appear still important.
But, the significance of our sins wears thin, and
soon,
we are insignificant once again.
Too tired to play the game,
we take our place
in the human race,
on that journey to the place,
reserved,
for those tired and weary.
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I'm an older person having experienced the peaks and valleys of the struggle to be noticed. I am now tired and weary, but when all is said and done, I wouldn't have changed anything. Without the struggle the journey is meaningless.
