Passion…unbridled

As I grew up I did not know

How I was supposed to go

Navigating life’s devious ways

Emerge successful through the maze

Mentors everywhere I sought

If I followed them, so I thought

Shape myself along the lines

Of their lives, I too could shine..

To mould myself, hard I tried

My gut instincts I tried to hide

I was convinced I did not possess

Intrinsic qualities for success

If I tried to follow my heart

My chances of success it could thwart..

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Although modest success I did gain

Not following my instincts gave me pain

Success was never quite attractive

In others’ methods it seemed captive

Then one day in quiet introspection

I realized on closer inspection

What kept me perpetually discontent

Was following others, that I did now resent

My own canvas I needed to paint

My unique expression I did not need to taint

With thoughts that did not belong to me

In a new light suddenly I began to see

How gifted I was, in ways singular

How being myself was much simpler

Special I am, uniquely designed

My purpose in life I have to find..

I am Grounded, you are Wanderlust

Let us have a debate if you must

I am a realist, I live in the present

While the drab reality you resent

You inhabit a world of fantasy

From obligations you try to break free

I choose to keep my roots planted

I don’t take my home for granted

Consciously I’ve made a choice

To disregard that inner voice

That instigates me to fly away

To such temptation I won’t fall prey

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In quick rebuttal Wanderlust spoke

In dreams of distant lands I like to soak

Traveling to new places gives me the thrill

Of discovery, as being home never will

You are mistaken-future is not where I reside

Live spontaneously in the present, I decide

Shirking my duties is not my plan

Traveling makes my horizons expand

You are at peace with yourself at home

My restless soul, though, needs to roam

You may have this life figured out

I travel to understand what life is about

I made man explore new lands through history

You made them settle there and build cities

Each of us I think does occupy

A special place under the sky

We complement each other, I think

We are joined through a common link!

In positive psychology, flow, also known as zone, is the mental state of operation in which a person performing an activity is fully immersed in a feeling of energized focus, full involvement, and enjoyment in the process of the activity. In essence, flow is characterized by complete absorption in what one does.

-Wikipedia

If I could achieve what I strive for

Each day as I walk in through the door-

To lose myself in the task ahead

To immerse myself up to my head

In my work’s vast, limitless ocean

To lose myself in immense passion

Lose track of time as if asleep

While I am submerged in ecstasy deep

The moment at hand my focus singular

To the rest of the world I appear insular

My productivity scales heights unprecedented

My faith in my work is then cemented

My existence is pushed into oblivion

I forget my judgmental opinions

Like a mystic engulfed in rapture

That is the essence I can capture

If I could attain this state of flow

As a human I could grow

Fulfil my unique destiny on earth

That was established on my birth. 

Life is like being on a ship

Sailing on an adventure trip

Through waters that in tempers vary

From calm blue to tempestuous, fiery

I, the captain, am learning perpetually

To sail my ship such that, eventually

When my time on earth is over

I’ve found for my ship an anchor

Until then I keep my ship afloat

Storms may rock, not sink my boat

Tricks of sailing each day I learn

Savor experiences on each sojourn

Rendezvous with people as I travel

Mysteries of mankind I unravel

Thus I sail through the deep blue sea

Facing life’s vagaries on my journey. 

Attachment can be a tenacious thing

Feeds on your needs and makes you cling

To objects, people, memories, emotions

To immutable thoughts and deep-seated notions

Letting expectations unreasonable creep in

That, unmet, cause resentment to seep in

Thus creating an endless cycle vicious

Planting fear in the mind subconscious

Sucking from life and love happiness

Causing futile emotional distress

And yet the attachment that with love comes

Is capable of generating beautiful emotions

Thus attachment a two-edged sword may be

Too little means you’re cold, too much brings misery.