Some Notes To Self Poem by Nate Peligeiro

I've lamented the rush for years.
I've never enjoyed an adequate pace.
Everybody sprinting toward the finish line
still obsessed with arriving first.
Death will come soon enough.
They run, run, run and forget the facts of life.
You take the good, you take the bad…

Don't reserve your travels for only straight lines.
Feel the curve of the road.
Feel the curve in all things.
Even the seemingly straight road, isn't.
Einstein knew about the curve.
Newton knew about ellipses.

Sit when you want to sit.
Move when you're inspired.
Never plug a hole,
if it's not what you desired.

Steer clear of hand cuffs and obligations.
Stay only if you want to stay,
and make tracks fast
when the only option is flee.

Learn to feel the slightest breeze
on the hottest summer day.
Sensitize and connect to the sun.
Beckon heat on the coldest,
ball-shriveling January nights.

Turn new ground and dig art.
Don't buy the lies they sell in bulk.
And more so than ever,
keep going.