Written by Jacob Ibrag
Malleable narratives. Multiple recollections to
single events. Waking up in the morning, choosing which
story to live in. Doesn’t make us right or inaccurate. The sun
scorches either way, with or without our participation.
Written by Jacob Ibrag
Malleable narratives. Multiple recollections to
single events. Waking up in the morning, choosing which
story to live in. Doesn’t make us right or inaccurate. The sun
scorches either way, with or without our participation.


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Hidden advents, walking through time,
choosing a moment, one eye blind….
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I love “choosing which story to live in” My daily life.
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Jacob, I love this one. I am especially fond of this line, “Multiple recollections to
single events.”
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Thanks Ali, really happy you enjoyed it š
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So, we put ourselves out there, to make something meaningful of our own lives…
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The poem ends with a sense of being unable to change a thing, but I feel throughout how much power we have to picknour experiences each day, and our need to participate to make it special, no matter what nature brings.
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