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#15 Waves
The expectation of a constant stream of happiness, creativity, or anything we crave is the recipe for disappointment. What if all comes in waves instead? Maybe we need to look at things differently, zoom in and out of our lives, and search for progress to find happiness.
What's Memento Mori Lab?
Memento Mori Lab is our permission slip to experiment, try new things, and keep bringing ideas to life. In my case, that means writing mediocre poetry, some stories and scripts, doodling, and recording this podcast. Memento Mori reminds us, we are going to die. Whatever creative endeavor you've been postponing, now is the time to take action.
🔥Available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and anywhere you get your podcasts! 👉https://anchor.fm/mementomorilab
Instagram: @memento.mori.labÂ
Twitter: @mementomorilabÂ
Poems
Waves
I am water,
Wave and ocean.
My mind, the tide
Ebbs and flows
Rises and falls
Fights and fails.
It's misery and bliss.
Waves crash against the rocks,
Waves spread gently ashore.
They push, they pull.
The rush against the clock
Follows the collapse on the floor.
I push, I pull.
The water in the ocean,
The blood in my veins,
Pulse, together, in sync,
Every beat creates a wave.
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Something changed - Available on Not Poetry, Medium Publication
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Mountain
I stoop on top of the mountain, catching my breath.
"I made it" was my first thought.
Naive, I thought this peak would let me hop onto the next, without ever coming down.
Then I saw the distance between the mountains left to climb
And all the valleys I'd face in between.
The world tricked me, I thought linear was a thing,
Linear progress and linear narratives.
Now I see that life comes in crooked lines.
We are ups and downs, ebbs and flows.
Our path is not a single, straight line in a chart.
All our narratives are lost in perception,
Written lines of fiction and surprising twists,
We knew were coming all along.
Lost, looking for linear lines
I saw starker dips and unstable peaks,
No joy to be found in any step of the way.
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Pace - Soon available on Not Poetry, Medium Publication
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By Mayra GomesThe expectation of a constant stream of happiness, creativity, or anything we crave is the recipe for disappointment. What if all comes in waves instead? Maybe we need to look at things differently, zoom in and out of our lives, and search for progress to find happiness.
What's Memento Mori Lab?
Memento Mori Lab is our permission slip to experiment, try new things, and keep bringing ideas to life. In my case, that means writing mediocre poetry, some stories and scripts, doodling, and recording this podcast. Memento Mori reminds us, we are going to die. Whatever creative endeavor you've been postponing, now is the time to take action.
🔥Available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and anywhere you get your podcasts! 👉https://anchor.fm/mementomorilab
Instagram: @memento.mori.labÂ
Twitter: @mementomorilabÂ
Poems
Waves
I am water,
Wave and ocean.
My mind, the tide
Ebbs and flows
Rises and falls
Fights and fails.
It's misery and bliss.
Waves crash against the rocks,
Waves spread gently ashore.
They push, they pull.
The rush against the clock
Follows the collapse on the floor.
I push, I pull.
The water in the ocean,
The blood in my veins,
Pulse, together, in sync,
Every beat creates a wave.
-
Something changed - Available on Not Poetry, Medium Publication
-
Mountain
I stoop on top of the mountain, catching my breath.
"I made it" was my first thought.
Naive, I thought this peak would let me hop onto the next, without ever coming down.
Then I saw the distance between the mountains left to climb
And all the valleys I'd face in between.
The world tricked me, I thought linear was a thing,
Linear progress and linear narratives.
Now I see that life comes in crooked lines.
We are ups and downs, ebbs and flows.
Our path is not a single, straight line in a chart.
All our narratives are lost in perception,
Written lines of fiction and surprising twists,
We knew were coming all along.
Lost, looking for linear lines
I saw starker dips and unstable peaks,
No joy to be found in any step of the way.
-
Pace - Soon available on Not Poetry, Medium Publication