It seems as if we have lost the ability to simply admire what is.

Instead of being present, we endlessly
classify,
categorize,
and divide
what’s around us, granting us clarity and certainty.

It runs smoothly until you realize there are innumerable ways to
classify,
categorize,
and divide
what’s around us, granting us dissonance and uncertainty.

So, we develop algorithms,
nice explanations,
air-tight defenses.

We exchange life for the tools needed to defend our interpretation of it.

Why do we fervently defend a life we are not living?
How strange.

We can become so absorbed in arguing,
Appreciating becomes unattainable.

We can become so caught up in explaining,
We cut ourselves off from any hope of experiencing.

Would you rather read sheet music or listen to the song?
Would you rather classify flowers or admire them?
Would you rather evaluate life or encounter it?

How much life passes us by when we would rather
Solve than savor,
Answer than admire,
Explain than experience?