Ataraxis ---- Poetic Form: Phyquain
Sometimes incidents beset our living;
Life's reality doesn't support our plan.
All thinking to move ahead goes haywire.
Life full of confusion, peace flies away.
From life just serenity is wishing.
Stop fighting the life, guided the wise man,
Roll with life events, never stress on ire.
Accept the fact life isn't peaceful always.
To ensure contentment only, listen
to reasoned words from wisdom, said wise man.
Life doesn't follow straight path as planned, require
wise, thoughtful steps to move, one can't escape.
First, keep your presumption low for winning;
Don't expect events to go as per plan;
if you do so, surely it'll go awry.
Appreciate life as comes, don’t complain.
Second, when incidents shift, try building
steps to adapt change as fast as you can.
Third, forget past, stay in present aspire
for ataraxis; peace can't go away.
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