Abundance: Of Timeless Choices

When we were born,
we saw life only in brief;
we carried no grief,
for we had nothing to choose.
Our mouths hung loose, leaking,
our eyes full of tears
as if we already sensed
how much there was to fear.

In this world
where we are just born,
every life grows a visible
or invisible horn,
waiting to tear us apart.

We try to act smart,
to keep ourselves safe,
as if life were some game
and everyone craved fame
and all of it shaped by choices.

Choices we make
easy or tough
each one is a part
of life’s own bluff.

Then we realize
life can be fun;
a sense of freedom,
a glimpse of free will begun,
reminding us we should not sit still.
It all depends on what we choose,
and destiny is written
in whether we win or lose.

Then choices become
a source of anxiety,
yet give our lives
a great deal of variety.
If they shape our whole life,
how do we choose it wisely?

Then the time-game starts.
We live in the past,
we live in the future,
but rare in the present

which is ,
the only place to choose well,
the only place we can truly win,
the only place where the future begins.

where love is felt,
where memories are made,
where life finds meaning,
where our stories never fade,

Then we wonder how
we became this
jumping through a time paradox
where the past shapes the future,
and the present tries to mold the past
just to make a better present

More choices can lead
to material dreams or spiritual realms.
Hence choices matter,
for whatever heights we climb,
the only price we pay is time.

We can grow anything in life
everything but time.

Then what actually
drives our choices,
what quiets our inner voices?

Are these only our thoughts,
the ones we secretly fought,
pulling us from abundance
into scarcity’s knots?

It’s like thousands of waves
on the ocean’s horizon
no single wave matters,
yet together they rise,
filling the sea
with abundance.

It resembles the mind,
with many thoughts intertwined,
yet they don’t form abundance
but scarcity instead.
For unlike the ocean’s horizon,
we cannot hold many waves
in a moment of time.

We can keep only one thought
the one we deeply sought
and for that we spend
a moment in time,
a moment that never returns,
not for any dime.

Then why do we waste,
why forget life’s pure taste,
by drowning ourselves
in too many thoughts
especially thoughts of the past?
We stop living the moments
meant for new emotions to last.

Time is only a measure
of consciousness flow;
it is the events that give moments
the meaning they show.
But our obsession with time
won’t let us live what matters.

We only see the future
through the lens of the past,
so we rush and choose fast,
thinking we’ve acted smart
and secured our future
from worries that never truly last.

We forget,
although time is finite,
our choices are infinite
spreading through every dimension
of past, present, and future.

It is what derives our choices
and shapes how we live the present.

A present to live life,
a life to enjoy,
without any reason

As every choice we make
gives us a new life.
Good or bad
it depends how we take it.
For life only cares
that we give it meaning,
not how we make it.

There is no gain without pain,
no greater loss in this world
than moments wasted
thinking of the past
only limits us for the future so vast

All that matters
is your inner voice
touching abundance
for whatever stops you
is only redundance.

Hence we are born to cherish
the moments shaping our life.
We fear the end so much
that we forget the now,
caught in tomorrow’s maze

We should stop fearing the end,
stop fearing growing old.
To fear such things
is needlessly bold
for they’re never truly felt.
Time is relative;
we feel it only while we live.

We will always feel younger
when comparing now
to five years later.
Maybe we are forever young,
yet train ourselves
to become our own traitor.

We remain forever young,
as long as learning remakes us,
and growth reshapes us.

We are born every second
each moment reshapes the self,
as the choices we made
in the past
continue to flow.

Life is an illusion:
when we take it too serious
it turns furious.

Hence, Make choices

many of them.
Relax the bind of choices to time;
enjoy the moments
like waves in the ocean

Each choice a separate wave,
yet belonging together
giving meaning as one,
like a universe of choices,
an abundant life
where meaning remains
as long as time sustains.

For there is no true life-winning;
the only win
is to live it to the full.
No rule to follow
to make better choices,
for rules can make us hollow,
and life is just
a melody of our voices.

Our choices ring loud and heard,
as free as any flying bird.
And our choices will remain,
enduring as long
as time can sustain.