PROMPT: Three Years

What will your life be like in three years?

I have no idea. That’s the beauty of life, and the curse of living during period in which technology will soon grow completely beyond our control. Life might be an ever-better version of what it is now, or I might be living in a cave trying to stay out of the way of the war between Skynet and our would-be Alien overlords. Or I might be farming in a world that has EMP’d itself back to the Stone Age to avoid being overtaken by technology. Nothing is certain but that change will come.

PROMPT: Everyone Should Know

Daily writing prompt
What’s something you believe everyone should know.

While any individual’s ability to substantially change the world is minimal, one’s ability to change how one experiences the world is vast. Cultivate the dispassionate witness. #Sakshi Bhava

Also, how to swim, change a tire, and juggle while riding a unicycle.

PROMPT: Authority

Daily writing prompt
On what subject(s) are you an authority?

Absolutely nothing. I’m more of a mile-wide-inch-deep type than a mile-deep-inch-wide type, which is to say a generalist rather than a specialist. So, I do have some insight into how to think about thinking about matters diverse and sundry.

The Curse [Lyric Poem]

Knowledge can be a wicked curse,
Like gold coins in a sturdy purse.
Tied up -- inviolably pent --
To be rattled... but never spent.

PROMPT: 10 Years

Daily writing prompt
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

If there’s anything that I learned in all those years of Social Science education, it’s that forecasting is a sucker’s game.

I don’t know where I’ll be, but I hope it’s someplace I never saw coming. #embracethechaos.

PROMPT: More Every Day

Daily writing prompt
What do you wish you could do more every day?

Have epiphanies. They are quite hard come by.

What I Know about Beaches [Free Verse]

On a sandy beach,
I think of each grain
of sand as being
the same.

But on a pebble beach,
Each stone has its own
color, texture, size,
and shape.

It's made me second guess
What I know about beaches.

“The Secret Sits” by Robert Frost [w/ Audio]

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

“Men Say They Know Many Things” by Henry David Thoreau [w/ Audio]

Men say they know many things;
But lo! they have taken wings, --
The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;
The wind that blows
Is all that any body knows.

Monkey Insight [Kyōka]

langur in a tree
remains still as others flee;
it seems to know
my limitations as well as
its own capabilities.