Reasons: a Poem Steve Liebowitz 12/18/18
Oh, how we love our reasons!
Why did the shooter shoot?
Why did the stock market crash?
Why do I bite my tongue,
have stomach aches,
get cancer?
How could people vote for Trump?
Reasons make us comfortable.
They suggest a plan,
guidance, order
reduce fear
provide structure, meaning.
We come up with reasons
because we have to,
part of being human.
But think.
They’re fashionable, aren’t they?
Eighteenth Century reasons
don’t work well anymore.
Perhaps relying a bit
less on ‘reasons’,
more on gut, heart and soul
would work better.
“Nobody knows anything”
the late William Goldman said
about success in the movies.
Perhaps that applies to Life, too.
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Published on June 10, 2019 05:39