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Reasons: a Poem         Steve Liebowitz     12/18/18

Oh, how we love our reasons!

Why did the shooter shoot?

Why did the stock market crash?

Why do I bite my tongue,

have stomach aches,

get cancer?

How could people vote for Trump?

Reasons make us comfortable.

They suggest a plan,

guidance, order

reduce fear

provide structure, meaning.

We come up with reasons

because we have to,

part of being human.

But think.

They’re fashionable, aren’t they?

Eighteenth Century reasons

don’t work well anymore.

Perhaps relying a bit

less on ‘reasons’,

more on gut, heart and soul

would work better.

“Nobody knows anything”

the late William Goldman said

about success in the movies.

Perhaps that applies to Life, too.

 

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