Man...great poem. My favorite line was "...betrayal dressed as rest". That was cold. It's the type of line that gets repeated and hung on gym walls as inspiration. At least that's how I took it. Great write.
I came back to this poem this morning. I don't often do that. I came here for inspiration and upon reading it, found reflection. It really is a great poem.
That is one of the highest compliments I could receive. I love that it guided you to reflection as much as it did to inspiration. What was it about the poem that spoke to you most deeply? That’s if you are okay sharing.
I am a very introverted person, not in the sense that I avoid interacting with others but in the sense that I internalize much of my world. Conversations, problem solving and even actions all take place in my mind long before they are ever manifested into the physical world. I have written this comment in my mind no less than five times over a few hours before I started typing it out. And it's not like I'm refining and perfecting it per se, I'm just having the conversation in my head. Often, these types of "conversations" never make it into the outside world. I'm usually content with the outcome of the non-conversation in my head and don't have as much energy to have the real conversation. So they sit, like unexecuted algorithms, unseen by others. This happens with actions too. I have lots of ideas with general constructs on how they could be implemented yet those ideas seldomly come to fruition. Is it sloth? Perhaps. There is certainly "rust of potential" and a "decay" of inaction.
Thank you so much for sharing this window into your inner world. I recognize that process so well, the intense, rich life happening internally, where the most important conversations often take place. It’s fascinating and exhausting all at once.
That phrase, "unexecuted algorithms," really struck me. It takes tremendous courage to bring those ideas and conversations out into the physical world, but please know that the energy you put into writing this comment was worth it. I'm listening.
That phrase, "unexecuted algorithms," really struck me.
I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I read "...soft as algorithms never executed" in your poem. It struck me and spurred that reflection. Thank you for the kind words and thanks for asking the question.
Man...great poem. My favorite line was "...betrayal dressed as rest". That was cold. It's the type of line that gets repeated and hung on gym walls as inspiration. At least that's how I took it. Great write.
Thank you so much! I'm really glad you connected with the poem, especially that line. That means a lot.
I came back to this poem this morning. I don't often do that. I came here for inspiration and upon reading it, found reflection. It really is a great poem.
That is one of the highest compliments I could receive. I love that it guided you to reflection as much as it did to inspiration. What was it about the poem that spoke to you most deeply? That’s if you are okay sharing.
I am a very introverted person, not in the sense that I avoid interacting with others but in the sense that I internalize much of my world. Conversations, problem solving and even actions all take place in my mind long before they are ever manifested into the physical world. I have written this comment in my mind no less than five times over a few hours before I started typing it out. And it's not like I'm refining and perfecting it per se, I'm just having the conversation in my head. Often, these types of "conversations" never make it into the outside world. I'm usually content with the outcome of the non-conversation in my head and don't have as much energy to have the real conversation. So they sit, like unexecuted algorithms, unseen by others. This happens with actions too. I have lots of ideas with general constructs on how they could be implemented yet those ideas seldomly come to fruition. Is it sloth? Perhaps. There is certainly "rust of potential" and a "decay" of inaction.
Thank you so much for sharing this window into your inner world. I recognize that process so well, the intense, rich life happening internally, where the most important conversations often take place. It’s fascinating and exhausting all at once.
That phrase, "unexecuted algorithms," really struck me. It takes tremendous courage to bring those ideas and conversations out into the physical world, but please know that the energy you put into writing this comment was worth it. I'm listening.
I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I read "...soft as algorithms never executed" in your poem. It struck me and spurred that reflection. Thank you for the kind words and thanks for asking the question.