a life of observations, shared in a new way

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Why The POEM Project?

For My Own Peace and Happiness

I do not have Richard Florida’s statistical analysis – nor Malcolm Gladwell’s nor Daniel Pink’s storytelling prose. However, I do have something I simply have to share. With America, in particular.

I have the curse known as Observationalism. I can’t escape it – so I have to just start expressing it. I want to sleep soundly at night.

To reiterate that, I’m doing this for me – not to build an online audience like many traditional blogs. (Which is totally cool and a ton of rigorous, disciplined work deserving a lot of credit – it’s just not the purpose of this particular project.  This is for my own happiness.)

The POEM Project

Without ever even trying to, I can read People and Places. I can read what’s going on like BIG BOLD headlines in the newspaper. And they’ve been speaking so loudly lately to me, I can no longer hold them in.

I don’t think about observing these energies (nor do I want to, really) – it’s just a trait I’m stuck with.  I’m like an antenna, I just pick up the airwaves by nature.  So here I am, creating more space for these not-spoken-of enough truths to come out and be understood more clearly, so I, myself, can have more peace and happiness. Feel free to disagree with me, I’m doubtful either of us know many of these things for certain.

The one, overwhelming pattern I see – practically everywhere I go -

We People lack deep, real happiness.

I don’t sense people know what they are living for. Why we all even exist in the first place. (Nor am I sure that I know that, actually. But it seems that’s Step #1 toward anything else in life.)

Too many are just getting through each day’s time… sorta waiting for the next day. Many seem to cling to a hope of something better one day (after death, or before). Way too many go through the (often pre-scripted by someone else, somewhere else) steps of each day – but aren’t really living.

And it makes me unbearably sad.

Call it meaning, call it fulfillment, call it __________, when they all add up, these things are what make us genuinely HAPPY.

I don’t see nearly enough happiness – true, deep, real, legitimage, authentic happiness – throughout our country.

So here I am.  Passions and Observations, sometimes Expressed with Metaphors.

We’ll see what comes out of it.

What is The POEM Project?

Not a blog.

Not a persuasive series of columns attempting to convince you of anything.

Probably no statistics or sources cited (takes too long to format all that)

Just my own passions and observations sometimes expressed with metaphors.

(my mind works that way)

Maybe, or maybe not, in “traditional poem format.”

The EPM Story