Daily Habit

40 % of life is habits, should I dial it up to 100 %,

Or is 10 % more than enough, and 5 % more decent.

Should I end up rationing my time, with the same fanatic zeal,

With which I try to form habits, failing even once a disastrous deal. 

"Keep going" said a voice in my head, '"never miss two days in a row",

The more it hurts, the more you need to stick, to hell with creativity and flow.

If you are able to meditate for 10 minutes, make an effort and stretch it to fifteen,

Don't get lost in the timeless experience, waiting next in line are the habits umpteen. 

 

Professionals stick to the schedule, amateurs let life get in the way,

If you are a fitness freak you train daily, for a marathon come what may. 

An amateur takes life one day at a time, a leisure walk while chatting with friends,

He's not obsessed with his destination, just enjoying his journey that never ends. 

 

I don't intend to write a poem daily, I don't want to make it a chore,

The less I write from labor, but love, to leave a legacy my chances are more.

Perfection Perfected

Before I had a child, I was the perfect parent,

I knew how to raise well, my skills more than apparent.

The messy reality of parenting, made me realize at last,

It's more a trial and error, you have to dance slow- not fast.

 

Before I tied the knot, I was the perfect spouse,

I knew when to pull closer, and when to leave the house.

Now that we are bonded together, I see myself warts and all,

I've accepted living in the moment, happily ever after, an order tall.

 

Before I was born, I was the perfect child,

I knew how to please my parents, and never act wild.

The fact that I'm in this world, makes me aspire to fit in,

That I'll never be a carbon copy, is a realization that has sunk in.

 

Before I penned my thoughts, I was the perfect poet,

Now I'm all about rhythm and rhyme, and the message is lost.

Turning Pro

Being an amateur is easy, you can dabble in art,

Publish papers here and there, look the scientific part.

Or start freelancing, become a solopreneur,

No pressure to earn billions, or find cancer's cure.

 

Expectations arise, as you start turning pro,

You need to create from thin air, at the very word go.

With each passing year, research thesis should fructify,

Your business yield returns, or you better say goodbye.

 

Life becomes interesting, when you are a pro at your craft,

You make variations on a theme, your work always a draft.

You look at things with new eyes, ready to revise and update,

You create impact in the real world, not leave it to chance and fate. 

 

After writing a hundred poems, I thought I had turned pro,

I'm still struggling to get through, did I manage to penetrate, bro?