We can be ambivalent,

We can be ambivalent,

Conflicted and uncertain.

It is even possible

To be both excited

And anxious.

At one and the same time

Hearts can skip a beat,

Feel both heavy and light.

Even in sadness

We can grasp a moment

Of breathtaking beauty,

Bathe in the glory of

Happiness, and

Even as we walk

A darkened path,

Watchful of where we tread,

Counting the cost

Of aging,

And shrinking

From a fear of dread,

We can still be glad

We started.

There is a contrariness

To life.

It is surprising

In its failure to

Be wholly predictable.

We seek new possibilities

And yet crave

Familiarity,

Feel lost without it.

As we hunger

For excitement,

We ponder change,

As if it was a plague.

And wait for better days,

Whilst heading blindly

Into the unknown.

We walk in fear

Everyday,

And laugh

In the face of tragedy.

We are strange and beautiful,

Familiar and loyal.

We live in

Glorious isolation

Surrounded by other souls

With whom

We share a connection,

Where

Nothing is certain,

Except

The passage of time.

And even as we stand

Stock still

Our lives move on.

It is better to be

The drivers of destiny

Rather than

A passenger

Watching our own

Lives

Pass by

Without us.

Be watchful,

But never be afraid

To participate.