avatarAustin Briggman

Summary

A reflective narrative on the journey of self-discovery and the unexpected blossoming of love at 26 years old, inspired by a Dead Poets Live prompt.

Abstract

The text is a poetic reflection on the author's life at 26, characterized by a carefree existence filled with music, aimless wandering, and philosophical musings. The author reminisces about a recent past where life was a series of sensory experiences and intellectual daydreams, punctuated by the simple pleasures of lunch, sex, and coffee shops. The piece culminates in the revelation of an unknowingly planted seed of love that has since grown into a significant relationship, altering the course of the author's life. This realization comes as a surprise, juxtaposing the casualness of the author's previous routines with the profound impact of love's emergence.

Opinions

  • The author expresses a sense of contentment and enjoyment in the rut of daily life, despite its aimlessness.
  • There is an appreciation for philosophical and intellectual pursuits, as evidenced by references to historical texts and figures.
  • The author seems to have a casual attitude towards life's pleasures, viewing them as part of the fabric of their daily existence.
  • The discovery of love is portrayed as an organic and unexpected growth, suggesting a sense of wonder and serendipity.
  • The mention of the Dead Poets Live prompt indicates the author's engagement with a community of writers or poets, and possibly a responsiveness to creative challenges.

little did i know

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walking the streets buzzing with the late morning sun rhythmic bass lines blast my consciousness as the white lines dangle from my eardrums into my pocket

aimless steps into the shuffling abyss this morning’s smoke session still fresh upon my mind

contemplating on the finer offerings of life lunch sex coffee shops

the treaty of tripoli seneca's letters hitchen’s razor

pseudo educational daydreamings

such is this rut they call 26 years of age in which i enjoy

little was i aware that merely a week ago i had planted a seed that would grow into the walking talking love

of my life

written for the Dead Poets Live prompt

Poetry
Life
Dead Poets Live
Growth
Change
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