This Is What The Living Do

Hello! Here's my Blogtober entry for the day. I decided to try doing one of the Isolation Journal (IJ) prompt for today. And I do this by generating a random number and seeing which prompt the number lands on my folder haha. Today's number is 72! 

Your prompt is:
This is what the living do...

Use this line from Marie Howe's poem an inspiration - perhaps as the opening sentence of your journal entry, or as a poetic refrain. Reflect on the mundane; revel in the glorious everyday details of living.

This is what the living do
Living in the comforting illusion
of the ebb and flow of ignorance
Floating on the sea of suffering
But not asking for help
Not save themselves

This is what the living do
Doing everything they could
To try and prove their worth
To try and tell they're right
Even though they're wrong
Without knowing, without thinking

This is what the living do
Thinking they own this planet
When it's the planet that owns them
Exploiting the hell out of it
Without realising they're releasing
hell from doing it.

This is what the living do
Hating each other,
With no logical reason
whatsoever
Living in an imaginary fear
Of the false things they hear

This is what the living do
But we can always change
We can always improve
What we do wrong
There's time to save ourselves
Only if we want to