Simply Here: No Calling
Like you, I am called by the wind
called by the accident of birth
and called by those I love.
Some envision themselves
as dangling divine toys:
a special build of a sky-dwelling puppeteer.
Instead, I see myself simple,
like all other creatures:
no heavenly trajectory, no special purpose.
Just struggling to survive,
and per chance delighting in a few moments.
and per chance helping others find delight.
Few of us are fortunate enough to love our work,
while most of us slug along in unfulfilling labor,
leaving it to others to romanticize our suffering.
As Tagore did to his hawker, gardner and watchman.
Did he miss their pain, suffering and insecurity
and instead, sanitize their life with a vocation, a “calling”?
My calling is to remember the discipline of pleasure
— to nurture the diverse joys possible in life,
to acknowledge the ugliness and move on
knowing there is no plan.
We are simply here
like everything else.
— by Sabio Lantz, April 2015