
I must admit that I love the mundane.
I say I ‘admit’ it because we’re supposed to say that we like
The exciting and sexy, the expensive and hot.
We’re here on this planet for the Instagram pics,
Celebrity power and the sexiest chicks.
But I like to clean the dust from the edge
Of the supermarket shelves.
I quite enjoy putting my hand in a puddle
And pressing my fingers into the mud.
I like to walk through old stately homes
And daringly touch the ancient exhibits
Without anyone noticing what I have done.
It’s these really small things that remind me I’m alive,
A shot of adrenaline or a squeeze of the gut.
The number of likes on my Facebook account
Or the promotions I get at the job that I hate.
They don’t do a thing for my soul,
They just bury me deeper,
And deeper,
And deeper,
Until I’m clawing at earth as it’s piled up on top
Of the casket that holds the promise of life
But a life that was wasted on trying to get
The shot that would get a few thousand likes.
Halbarbera
Yes! You are an inspiration!
So keep on
smelling
those
‘Tower of Power’
flowers
Gina
it is the small things that remind me I am alive – that is so profound, I too love the ordinary and simple, much joy in just being present, love your post so much
live_a_life_less_ordinary
Wow…
Mr. Mel
In the mundane are life’s miracles.🙏🙏❤️😊
patientandkindlove
Couldn’t agree more, thank you! x