I push a cart with rusty wheels
uphill
in the hot, summer heat.
When I get to the top.
I have another mountain,
another long, arduous climb.
Some days, I’d rather lay on my back
and contemplate the sky,
read the stars in the galaxy
for a sign
that my struggle
is part of a cosmic plan
and that I’m not
just an outcast,
committing a victimless crime.
©️mft
photo taken in La Jolla by Mark Tulin
You worded the journey of life superbly here. Yes, we climb and climb, without reaching the peak, I suppose we are climbing our way towards the stars
Yes, and sometimes we wonder if there is a reason for it all. No matter what station of life. 😊
Hopefully we stay healthy, and are able to enjoy journey.
Yes, and to view it in a positive way and not overthink. 🙏🏻
I like the ‘not overthink’ part…
I love the thought! But then again I wonder, should I just give up for I’ve had enough or should I keep pushing the cart. I wonder.
Depends what mountain, I guess. Or perhaps take time off from climbing mountains??
May be camp by the mountain. Enjoy the view. Rejuvenate oneself and then walk on.
Make it fun. Enjoy the hike or journey. That makes sense. 😊
Exactly! 🙂
Yes, that’s the question Paul has challenged us with, and I suppose it’s our choice 🙄
True true. And the choices are never certain. Sigh!
🙏🏻
To the stars, or perhaps the heavens 🙂
Oh wow, I especially love the line about being an outcast committing a victimless crime. I think this poem makes us all wonder about our own lives and what exactly we’re all climbing towards.
It kind of goes back to what we were talking about. We choose a career and we start making the climb and then wonder if it’s really what we want to do in our life or if its really worth the effort. Thank you, Jade for your thought-provoking comments. 👌🏼
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Thanks 👌🏻👌🏻
My pleasure, Mark!! Great writing!!!
Beautifully penned down ✨👌
Thank you, Voice. 🙂