The Sad Tale of Adulthood is a thought-provoking psychotherapeutic poem exploring themes of:
1. Emotional avoidance and societal pressure
2. Self-deception and fabricated truths
3. Loneliness and the pursuit of validation
4. Addiction to ideas and external solutions
5. Disconnection from true self and life’s purpose
THE SAD TALE OF ADULTHOOD
This is the life.
We move beyond the feelings we can’t face,
And pride ourselves on the ones we lived and aced.
We live for ideas, even our Gods, their angels, heavens, and hell, are all thought made,
a self-constructed reality to dwell.
We love with our thoughts, but we give the heart all the praise.
Calling truth a tale well-spun, with clever, cunning eyes. Believing it so much that nothing can erase.
The teen revolts, adults caution, they think the teen is unwise.
Yet they’d pay anything to relive youthful experiences no matter the risk or price.
And this is the life.
The Lord’s our shepherd and father,
and yet we barely ask about his wife.
We cling to tags promising pain’s reprieve.
We pray and plan for tomorrow, though it never found its place in existence’s calendar.
We know loneliness is but a mind-created foe,
Yet we Convince ourselves we’re alone,
holding on to hollow memories,
so scared to let anything go.
Seeking validation, subtly to be loved,
A pursuit we euphemize as “being in love.”.
Yes, this is the life.
Addicts of ideas, we roam,
Consuming poisons disguised as truth, belief, and product-home.
Endlessly searching for lifelines,
forgetting we are still alive.
Extremes have become our new heaven;
titles and labels, our security and new norm.
Trust reduced to empty certainties,
pleasure perceived as loud laughs and frivolities.
Fearful of time’s fleeting breath,
We scream “life’s a game!” yet toil in endless death.
But what if we awaken from this dream,
And shatter the mirrors that reflect our scream?
What if we find solace in our own embrace,
And love ourselves, without a hidden face?
Perhaps we’ll discover life’s true design,
As we learn to cherish time, not flee from its grasp, and find our worth in the beauty that will forever last.
Maybe we’ll break free from the chains of fabricated truth,
And find our voice, our hearts, our authentic youth.
We’ll redefine play, and make it our own,
Embracing life’s simplicity, rooted in the divine act of letting go.