A Life Well Lived

A Life Well Lived
By: Hanna Khosravi

Starting as innocent and unknown as ever, we enter the world with fresh flesh and blood,

ending our lives, age taken over, we know that we have seen plenty too much.

A fever takes place, heat rushing quickly, as we try to make the shot, get the goal,

do it right.

You touch the bare air, grasping at nothing, panting, tired, a cloud of smoke that withers away before you get there.

It could have been perfect, but you hurried right through it, 

it’s not about winning, it’s about the way you go.

As the journey weaves through life and time, like a road paved through space,

you miss the beauty of the fragile world, if you worry too much how it ends.

You lose out on the creation, the strength, and the bravery, 

and all you see is the will to finish.

Your goals are an endpoint to reach, and that they should be,

but the journey itself, the walk of life that you take, the time that you spend, the mistakes that you make,

those are the things that build you a mind, a soul, a life well lived.

Successes and failures, no matter their quantity, are the reason we live and the reason we smile.

Provocative, evocative, broken down, built back up, let it all happen, if it has to. 

At the end of a life lived only for destinations, no memories are made, no happiness is collected.

Let life happen, but work hard along the way.

Let life happen, it is not about the place you may be going, but about the road you may take.