As the water ripples,
you shed a layer
dropping the thoughts
of many a night.
A lightness starts
as breathing eases
and all is restored
with water’s kind healing.
As the water ripples,
you shed a layer
dropping the thoughts
of many a night.
A lightness starts
as breathing eases
and all is restored
with water’s kind healing.
That yes was yesterday
for the new dawn brings
a self that wakes anew
where something has shifted,
unnoticeable to the eye
but rooted deep within,
brimming with questions
rising up and through.
Yet, here we stand
with rules on rules
of how to love
and be loved.
Imposing limits
on that which is limitless.
As we confuse
what should be free,
turning a gift so true
into something
so confined.
All that you are
is an addition,
a simple bonus
that’s nowhere
near simple.
What words we use
to try and define,
how we explore
one point to another,
and to understand
that I am not yours,
nor you are mine.
We simply glide,
side by side
for a moment in time.
Who are you to know
the insides of me?
Why should you see
the thoughts that filter through?
You’re nothing but
a passing moment.
Already prepared
with a goodbye speech,
how the night was fun,
but now the sun has risen.
To the moon,
to the stars,
to the sun,
to the earth.
We feel, we fight.
We love, we hurt.
We heal, we learn.
We make a mark,
unique to the soul.
Blessing those we touch,
with our laughter and our life.
Rising with our hopes,
falling with our demons,
believing with our faith,
embracing all we can.
With laughter, with smiles,
we say goodbye,
with memories made well,
and legacies that live on.
To the moon,
to the stars,
to the sun,
to the earth.
With the dawn, we rise.
But it is with the night
that we come alive.
Our true self realised
with dreams fast escaping,
seeping into reality,
becoming just a memory,
faster than we are ready.
A stranger, yet so familiar.
Unwanted, yet encouraged.
A change, not thought forward.
A curve, placed uninterrupted.
A reflection, so slightly altered.
Why this tiny, innocent and inconspicuous phrase should die.
It may seem like a lovely, little phrase full of endearment, positivity and hope but, I’m afraid, the term good luck is such a vapid, empty, meaningless phrase that we might as well just bin it off.
We pick out this term from our charming phrasebook when someone has an occasion coming up which could result in a negative outcome. We say it to be nice. We say it to give them a boost. We say it to show that we support them on this endeavour.
But what we are really saying is that we have zero faith. I’m going to put my belief with this mysterious luck instead of putting my belief in you. We are belittling the hours of preparation that have been put in. The hours of revision, practice or study. The frustrations, stress and pressure. We are boiling all this down to two tiny words that have zero emotional connection.
So what can we say instead of good luck? I hear you, if good luck is so bloomin’ awful, what are we left with? Well, there are so many alternatives that I think we should switch out this go-to phrase immediately!
You could say:
Yes, I know these require way more thought than the simple ‘good luck’ but can you feel all that belief, good vibes and spirit that each phrase is filled with. It shows that you have so much faith in the person. That you don’t doubt them. That you don’t think some mysterious spirit needs to help them because they have practiced and prepared. It shows pure belief!
So, there you have it. Why we should put ‘good luck’ into retirement.
And if anyone takes this seriously, oh dear. It is an annoying little phrase, though.