I guess there’s always another step on the infinite staircase..?
With infinitely more weight to carry,
Infinitely more emotions to process,
Infinitely more encounters to inwardly and externally prepare for,
I feel,
I can NOT “know” all of it,
And I feel,
It’s all infinite,
There’s always what I did and did NOT do,
Always another criticism,
Always what’s false and true,
There’s always something to watch out for,
Whether new and/or the same as before,
Always another present moment,
And always a step by step process,
Of finding peace within it,
And of course,
I must peacefully admit,
The staircase,
Is just infinite
?
Zach Dana Writing 