Poem of the Week: “Simply Because”

Over the next few weeks, I would like to share a weekly poem from my poetry collection as I try out some ideas for sharing my work more widely. Please feel free to leave a comment below or send me private feedback about the poem, its presentation (graphics), and this sharing concept.

About This Week’s Poem:

My poem, entitled “Simply Because”, appears as part of my “Life Choices” collection submitted to the 2015 CBC Canada Writes Poetry Contest*. This poem was originally composed in 2013 during a particularly brain-entangling period of befriending aspects of my life that have caused me the greatest grief. A friend’s insightful philosophy-related blog post and our related exchanges led me to the realisation that “a person, who is content and no longer needs to have any purpose except to live, is fulfilling the purpose of existence”(*). And on the rare occasion that found me sitting on my couch looking out into the foggy horizon, contemplating this idea at last provided some powerful existential breakthroughs on my long-standing ruminations, from which this poem emerged.

A prior epiphany, “to live, simply because I can” as my motive for going on, revealed itself in 2010 while I cycled home from an appointment that confirmed for me, as best as it could be confirmed without another surgery, that I did not already have yet another cancer diagnosis within a year of my first one. In that epiphanic moment, I grappled with what to do with this “good news” result in the face of my realisation that I was still not fully committed to living. This simple yet profound poem was in the making for over 5 years—or more accurately, perhaps, over a lifetime.

(*) The concept originated from the article “On Living Without Transcendence: A Homage to Camus” in the Sep/Oct 2013 Issue of Philosophy Now.

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5 thoughts on “Poem of the Week: “Simply Because”

  1. This one, I really like.When life gets over-scheduled or crazy I remind myself of how insignificant each item and my own life are within the universe and it calms me down. It doesn’t really matter that much so I might as well try to enjoy it because now is what I have chosen or been given and really, it’s all I have.

    • Thank you for sharing what my poem brought up for you. I find it ironic that we get trained in how to make it more complicated, but not in how to enjoy it.

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