I Would Have Been A Poet
I Would Have Been A Poet
We spend our youth planning, and our adulthood consumed with doing. With age the importance of being occupies my mind. Gathering, achieving, chasing relevance, and consuming seems to occupy most of our younger years.
What do you want to be when you grow up? This is a common question posed to us routinely as a child. As we age the question morphs into what’s your plan after graduating from high school. With increasing rotations of the earth, we realize how naïve and in many ways pointless these questions are to a young person.
I have had the opportunity to view the world through many eyes through various jobs. I have worked as a janitor, window cleaner, septic pump driver, tree climber, soldier, and clinical psychologist. It has been a blessing to be exposed to so many windows into the world.
In my final chapters of life, I find myself asking what I would have most dreamed of being during my time on earth. With the advantage of perspective, I finally have the answer to this elusive question.
If given a choice of talents my answer has finally come with a clarity of certainty that is rarely experienced. Given the choice of any occupation and setting aside any actual talent I would have been a poet. Writers write on paper. Poets write on the wings of angels.
Poets have a way of capturing life in the most heavenly manner. A poem can touch our hearts and minds in the most unique way.
Yes, I would have lived my life as a poet and left words that touched hearts and minds. Poems can touch hearts and minds across generations. There are few meaningful legacies that last generations. My fascination with poetry is a blessing that adds to my gratitude for Poets!