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February 6, 2016

Edit: June 6, 2018

By Rielee FlodinPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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It suddenly occurred to me earlier this week that I will never hear every sound.

I was walking to my car and it was raining. I thought about the sound of each different raindrop hitting the wet ground and how every one of them has to sound at least the slightest bit different. Raindrops aside, there are all of these sounds in the world, and I will never hear them all.

All of the beautiful melodies, symphonies, voices; most of them will go unheard to me.

Even the simple sounds like rain hitting wet pavement or car tires driving on concrete will remain unheard.

It terrified me then, to think of all the things that not only will go unheard, but unseen and untouched. I will most likely never see the world from the top of Mount Everest and I will never see the bottom of Marianas Trench. That terrified me, it still does.

Somehow, despite the fear of never being able to do it all, to hear it, see it and touch it all, I relished in the very same fact. This is because there are so many beautiful things that I've heard and seen and touched that I wouldn't have had the opportunity to if I wasn't alive right here and right now, if I wasn't Rielee Hunter Flodin.

I won't see the summit of Everest, but I've walked countless miles through the mountains of Idaho. I won't see the bottom of Marianas Trench, but I've touched the bottom of the Moscow swimming pool (a great achievement in my book), and I won't hear every beautiful tune ever made, but I've listened to Pink Floyd's music religiously and I live in a time where Mozart's 9th symphony is at my fingertips, reachable within seconds if I so desire to hear it.

How wonderful is it that I get experience everything that I do, so why focus on everything I won't be able to? Why not do our best to see and do and listen to everything we can while we're here rather than dwelling on what we didn't do or won't ever do?

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Rielee Flodin

I love humans too much not to write about them. We suck, but I’m trying to suck less.

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