Breathing challenges

We breathe the air
of challenges, struggle,
want to measure ourselves
at almost any price,
balancing on the tightrope:
somewhere, nowhere,
striving for achievements,
strength and happiness.
To give us meaning
in this meaningless doing.
Climbing the ladder of power,
for money and prestige,
run over the heads of others
just to get further up,
up where the wind blows
of greed, lust and play
and call it our drive.

Everywhere this grimace flashes
as if programmed and ingrained,
beats us into this spell,
a hamster wheel of repetition
to forget our task:
who we really are
what we are
where we are going
why we are
where we come from
as prisoners of suggestion
under the influence
of proving, asserting ourselves.

It becomes quiet around us
when we leave this ground
and become what we really are.

Anonymous writer