One day, we all look back. The applause, the achievements, the endless climb - they seem so important at the time. But the ego’s striving was never the true measure of a life.
This poem is about the awakening that comes when you realize the game was never designed to satisfy the soul. Empires rise and fall, accomplishments fade, and applause eventually grows silent. In the end, what matters is not how high you climbed, but how deeply you loved and how fully you lived.
What endures is quieter, deeper, and far more lasting: the love you shared, the presence you offered, the soul that weathered every storm. Long after the applause has faded, it is the music of the soul that remains.
The Great Orchestration
Our lives are like a symphony,
riding waves upon the ocean.
We rise and fall within the cosmic rhythm,
a dance of tides and time.
The tempo quickens
and we are tossed by stormy seas.
It slows
and we touch the stillness beneath the surface,
where silence sings of connection.
Waves come, waves go.
We crest, we fade
like the tides that kiss the shore,
like the breath that draws us in,
then releases us back into the blue.
After the exhale,
we return to the dark night of the deep
where all we loved,
all that ached and amazed us
melts into memory.
We cry out to the world:
“I was here
through triumph and tragedy,
in love and in loneliness.
Did you see me? Did you feel me?”
And the world whispers back:
“Yes. I was with you.
Through every rise,
every fall,
I held your heartbeat in mine.
I will carry your song
in my tides for eternity.”
But even the sweetest notes must fade.
All things must pass
returning to the vastness
from which they were born.
This is the exhale of life.
This is the great orchestration.
Each time one of us wakes up from the Matrix, it strengthens the ripple of change. How have you measured your life—not by what you’ve achieved, but by how deeply you’ve loved and lived? Share your reflections below and add your voice to this quiet revolution.