Life Is Your Buffet

 

Life’s your buffet, a spread to behold,
A canvas to craft, a story untold.
You’re not a slave, bound to repay,
To future’s demands or what others convey.

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Losing our freedom to what the future expects,
Obeying its claim while today we neglect.
And others? Their voices call loud and clear,
But often the cost is the self we hold dear.

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Your life is a buffet, its options so vast,
And joy comes from savoring, not eating too fast.
Select what fulfills you, no more than you need,
And relish the moments—don’t rush and don’t speed.

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We’re taught that "results" are the primary horse,
The lead in our lives, the dominant force.
More faster, more better—that's the refrain,
But chasing that path causes all of our strain.

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Survival is handled, the rest is a game,
So play games you cherish, not seeking just fame.
Even the downs can be part of the fun,
When the journey’s embraced, not just when you’ve "won."

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If you feel overwhelmed, it’s a sign, it’s a clue,
That you don’t see the truth: life’s here just for you.
Step back and adjust; it’s never too late,
To fill up your plate so it all resonates.

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For life is your canvas, your feast and your stage,
Your work of art to refine and engage.
Play with its limits, its risks, and its scope,
And weave it with freedom, with love, and with hope.