R.S.V.P.
7:45 on a Monday morning,
light trickles in from the sun that’s dawning.
Lying in bed. Wanna sleep. Gotta wake.
Alarm’s telling me which path I oughtta take.
Alarm did it’s job about an hour ago.
Snooze button too, half a dozen times or so.
My circadian rhythm’s always pushin’ for more time:
the highest valued currency that occupies my mind.
Time, at times, seems limitless, and others limiting.
Supply is limited(for now...). Demand? That’s interesting.
What drives each individual to get up every day?
It depends...Well sure, but what did Maslow have to say?
For most it’s the basic needs that roust them from their beds.
For others though, motivations are contained within their heads:
transcending our own isolation, ever seeking validation,
love, accomplishments, achieving self-actualization.
What does it take to reach the top of Maslow’s pyramid?
Old men sitting on mountaintops just smile and nod their head.
No answer is the answer. A blank left on the page.
‘Respondez s’il vous plaît’ speaks the silence of the sage.
It’s not about a destination. It’s the path you choose to take.
Life’s a journey. In the end we are the memories we make.
