No Man is A Victim
Can it be, and do I mean it?
It’s a phrase that came to mind,
And so I looked it up.
One harmed or killed by so-called fluke;
One duped or tricked;
One who feels helpless faced with setback:
So I chose the last to help.
There’s truth in fate that causes earthquake,
And one’s sole concern’s escape.
That is a victim.
Then again,
One is alive, glad to survive.
Grounds to begin
Because one can!
But what about
The ones who feel useless in the face of sense,
Interpreting all happenings
With sadness, negativity and impotence,
Downhearted from the very start?
You’ve known a few. Me too.
Perhaps it’s you,
And what to do –
The problem philosophical, pragmatic, existential.
And, if one’s inclined, then spiritual.
Start a something, anything, for life’s a skill.
Good comes from bad, calm follows ruin;
Results come from what’s had or been;
And nothing lasts forever.
One’s endeavour is to strive,
For one’s alive.
Remember that you’re clever!
Act as if you have a choice
And make one – with your tiny voice.
Summon up your forces,
For of course, they’re many.
Do not hurry.
Lives are scurrying around you.
Do not worry,
For the ‘musts’ and ‘oughts’
Are values of society,
Not boo-choo, cry
Or future you.
No Man Is A Victim 9.30.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II;Nature In & Of Reality;Definitely Didactic II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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