Thirsting to Know

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19 years, and

I am

Still

A hollowed deep vase.

 

Water flows in, but

Only some keep,

Others leak

Between the cracks.

The things I know

Are memorized facts

From thick papers, bound.

Necessity’s sake.

Did I thirst to learn it?

Did I care about the entity,

Or just the resulting

Letter–

Printed success,

Always for an end

Goal.

 

I learned for my dreams

Did not dream to learn

Did not learn for

Learning’s sake,

Did not relish the words,

Soak in knowledge’s

Beauty

From head to toe,

Washing my body with

Its softened rocks,

Massaging my scalp with

Its rosewater,

Quenching my thirst

Through gulps

Of pure gold

That seep into my veins, bloodied,

Invigorating the mind, body, and soul.

 

No, I splashed through the waters

To cross the other side

Fastest.

 

It was always a race.

Sometimes a sprint

Other times a marathon,

But always to compete.

Obtain.

Win.

 

19 years later,

I am

Still

Running.

But I no longer

Pace

Behind

The other runner,

Or look back

For fear of being

Passed

Are the days

When learning was

Means

To an

End.

 

Now I soak in knowledge’s

Divine waters.

Gently, methodically,

Without haste,

And learn

For learning’s sake.

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6 thoughts on “Thirsting to Know

  1. Just out of my own nosy curiosity, your writing style makes me want to know what type of genre you enjoy most? Who are your favorite literary authors? I usually like to think of old English literature as some quaint measure of poetic appreciation, since I don’t find too much interest in contemporary stuff. But share that too, my nosy nose is long and patient, hehe.

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