Templates

7.3 billion humans,

Innumerable number of others. 

So many simple and complex forms of life,

Infinite complications in living. 

So is it life that's difficult 

Or is it just living? 

A small grammatical difference,

But the world of a contrast apparently. 

In my opinion,

Life is just the container,

Living is the actual content. 

Existence is whether the container is full or empty,

Surviving is the content's true state. 

In my opinion,

Fact that we are all unique is absurd. 

I think we are all made the same way. 

Belief that our problems are unequalled is silly...

I think we all make the same mistakes. 

In my opinion,

We're all products of templates. 

There are many but not all unique.

We may not be the copies of each other,

But more or less similar with a few tweaks. 

Living is the same concept,

So are our joys and problems. 

We think this has never happened before,

But be sure that it is actually even happening as we speak! 

This is the beauty of templates,

Makes things easier to track and manage. 

Try as much and as hard as you may,

Eventually the model will control your outcomes and what is at stake! 

I bet you've met people...

Who talk, walk, laugh and sound the same. 

If you walk far enough on this journey,

Certainly you will meet those who solved, resolved, fought and despaired the same. 

In my opinion,

Be it life or living, 

The numbers only make it look like a full plate. 

Be it existence or surviving,

The variations exist, but eventually it all comes down to the same template! 

Memories Remain

And the memory remains…

Bits and pieces, fragments and flashes

Of a time that was once real.

Its like a loved one who has passed…

No matter how hard you try,

You will never be able to come face to face again.

Memories can be bitter,

They can be sweet and bring a smile.

Its odd but true…what cannot be real can still bring the past emotions alive!

Are these a burden from yesterday,

Or do they help propel you to tomorrow?

Its a fight which you always lose, but you want to confront again and again.

Are they good or are they bad,

How should I label this box?

Is it worth boxing these at all; cause all of life eventually ends up in this box.

The mysteries of tomorrow 

Become our memories of yesterday. 

So basically the journey from one to another makes up our today. 

Departing

The sense of parting is odd,

Depends which side of the good bye you are waving from. 

Sometimes both ends have the same emotions,

Sometimes one end senses the arms that will be waiting on the other side! 

Which ever the case...

It's either the end or the beginning of an emotional journey. 

And any journey takes you down new paths. 

The destination may be one looked forward to or maybe not. 

Every journey starts at the end of another,

Hence the journeys never stop. 

So the question is whether there really is a destination? 

Or is it just transits between one set of open arms and another set of damp eyes!

There's a meaning to all this,

May appear as madness to some, Appear as a sense of hope to some,

And excitement or thrill or mystery for some. 

It's all relative isn't it?

So many parallels and so many interpretations. 

So many perspectives and so many contradictions. 

One event...but so many outcomes...

The sense of parting is odd!