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When Nothing Else Mattered
A Prose Poem on Life
When I was little,
I looked up at Dad
during one of our happy strolls.
He smiled down at me
with caring eyes and joy,
and nothing else mattered.
I dived into the coolest pool I had seen
and was so deeply excited
by the soothing water on my skin
that nothing else mattered.
I created worlds out of anything
one could imagine-
paper, sticks, stones, pens,
and even perfume-rolling balls-
and watched the day go by so fast
since nothing else mattered.
I memorized every little detail
of places I passed by:
colors, smells, textures.
I can still remember how the ground felt
underneath my tiny shoes.
I looked at everything around me
with eyes of wonder,
genuine interest, and curiosity.
And when doing so,
nothing else mattered.
When did we stop living
so fully invested in the present
that nothing else mattered?
When did we start giving credit
to the stories in our heads,
to the lies in our minds,
and to the future that doesn’t even exist?
When did we start giving life
to undesired emotions and thoughts
as if they actually mattered,
while what truly matters
sped past us like a race car?
I want to live as my old self
and see all around me with excitement.
Even the future looked brighter then.
I want to be a superhero again
and live and feel the NOW
as if nothing else mattered.
Originally published at http://mindfulwordstoinspire.wordpress.com on May 22, 2024.
Originally written by the author. Grammarly/ChatGPT used for small edits.
