Beautiful faces
Powerful voices
Social norms
Independent choices
Never too soon
Never too late
Never trust doubt
But never trust “fate”
Follow your dreams
Follow your heart
Follow the beat
That sets you apart
Share your life
Tell your great tale
Sink like wreckage
Or float like a whale
SWD 06/2018
This poem came from my strange interest in whales; I think they are beautiful, intelligent creatures. I stumbled upon a site that read “When a dolphin or whale dies, the air in its body may disappear or even be replaced by water, causing it to sink. A few species of whale and dolphin (including the right whale and the sperm whale) appear to be positively buoyant even when dead, which causes them to float” (Dolphin Communication Project). Now I know it is all just buoyancy differences, but in my dark mind I somehow ended up relating these beautiful creatures and how some of them continue to float after death to people and how only some of us “float” (which I guess in this sense could mean “are remembered” or “leave an impact or something behind”) after death.
Question: Do you believe some people are born with better abilities to “float” than others like the natural differences in buoyancies between whale species? Or do we choose to be “more buoyant” and “float”? Or a little of both?
Oh boy, it’s too late to be thinking this much.😅
It’s contentious I guess, but I’ve always believed make our own lives what they are, so our bouyancy is environmental formation as I see it. I don’t think we’re destined or worse, predestined at all.
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I love this poem. Beautifully written.
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I really appreciate this view and I think I agree. Thank you so much for sharing!
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Thank you.
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