Poetry & Thoughts
Limitless — Who are you beneath your hesitations, reluctance, and self-doubts?
Let this poem be your answer of 2024.
I’m the kind of writer who needs to Google “who is a poet” before I can call myself one.
Wikipedia answered: “A poet is a person who studies and creates poetry…”
Well, I don’t study poetry.
I don’t know the different kinds of rhymes, rhythms, and structures.
But I can feel them, relate to them, and explore what they try to say.
The only other thing I can feel, relate to, explore, and study is my inner self.
This poem, Limitless, is the result of such a study of self:
Limitless
The nature should’ve been my mother,
But I was born in a city.
The sky should’ve been my roof,
But It’s clouded with pity.
The world should’ve been my home,
But I’ve built walls around.
The journey should’ve been my friend,
But I married the comfort I found.
The stories should’ve been my children,
But I’m muted by false happiness.
So, I dug myself out of all that’s limited,
And now I — am limitless.
— December 2023 (All Rights Reserved)
Author’s thoughts:
If we try to find the end reason behind any of our desires — you, me, and all of us will reach one common conclusion:
To become something larger than our current selves.
You may desire wealth.
You may seek freedom of time.
You may desire good relationships, contentment, fame, etc.
But where does it end? Why can’t we stop with whatever we currently have?
That’s because, naturally, we are meant to be boundless. We are meant to grow from wherever we currently are.
But the modern way of civilization demands something else.
It asks you to participate in a race without a finish line.
It asks you to run, run, and run, without telling where to stop.
It confuses you with false notions of happiness, so much that you fear questioning yourself anymore. You fear being alone with your thoughts.
But this winter, for a very brief moment, I stopped.
I was standing on a valley between two mountains along my trek route — all alone, with two sore ankles, and shivering in the cold.
I paused to take a breath, and looked to the horizon:
I saw the mountains fading away in different shades of green. I saw clouds flowing at my eye level like a river of smoke.
I looked as far as I could and realized the only living thing within a 2 km radius were the trees and bushes.
I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t romantic. I wasn’t happy, nor was I sad.
Maybe I was all of it at once.
Or perhaps I wasn’t anything.
For a very brief moment, I did not want to be rich or renowned.
I didn’t want to take my phone out to take a photograph.
I didn’t want anything but to be there and feel… nothing.
My desires faded away with the distant hills, and my sense of achievement and failure dissolved into the mist.
Between the mountains, at that very moment, I died.
And immediately I was reborn, possessing the same qualities and defects as before, except for one thing:
A reminder and awareness of what I truly am.
“Behind me is infinite power, before me is endless possibility, around me is boundless opportunity.”
— Mac Anderson
It was not a life-changing moment; It was a homecoming.
Right now, you are being halted by various forces, but the most powerful one is none but yourself.
And you know that.
Once you decide to finally make that long-overdue change, you’re on the way to your inevitable liberation.
You will be reborn as what you always meant to be — limitless.
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