Enough

By now,
I have heard enough.
I have seen enough.
I have taken in
enough.

I know all the opinions.

There is no “hot take” that anyone could have that isn’t just a repackaged or restated version of some other conclusion drawn by someone else at some point. Different faces talking, maybe different diction if I am lucky, it has all been said already.

I have seen all the fun facts.
The life hacks,
the did you knows,
the scientists claims,
the studies, fake or real.

There is no more revelation.
Not from the outside.
Not from anyone or anywhere else.

The excitement from the outside has truly worn off.
And, This is, in a way, a death.
A death of my seeking self.
A death of naïveté.
A death of the apprentice.
A death of the student.
A death of the child.

But death is nowhere near.

I am alive.

I am still young. Healthy as a horse.
Smart. Capable. Experienced.

This is something new. An Epoch? A Stage? A Chapter?
All of the above and more.
Now is the time for pure creation.
The beginning.
The beginning of expression.
The beginning of focus.
The beginning of doing.
The beginning of output.

The beginning of creation.

Because I have seen enough
to know it is not enough.