Found: Me

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There’s a light at the end of the tunnel. There’s a woman at the end of her rope. There’s strength in the making of moments; the times we all treasure the most.

There’s a girl at the beginning of every mother. There’s a boy tugging at heart strings of each dad. We live for the making of children; the sins of our parents are lost.

We try to make every failure into a sliver of learning and hope. We make babies, build swing sets,  hug often; but we fail, find we are human, drink oft.

It’s a whirlwind of life ’til we turn 50 then we let our truest truth unfold. We have lived life thinking there are answers in tomorrows; and find that all that we needed, we host.

Give the day to the tomorrows and the past. Learn to feel before the emotion has passed. Bring your heart to center of the table, pinch yourself, scream for more. There’s another 50 years in the waiting. What will you do with the plans you have made? Throw them all to the wind as foolish endeavors or embrace them and make them your slave?

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She took on the aura of learning and in the darkness experienced all the limits she sought. 

#for Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.

 

 

5 thoughts on “Found: Me

  1. “Bring your heart to center of the table, pinch yourself, scream for more. ” Very pungent and good advice.

    “thinking there are answers in tomorrows; and find that all that we needed, we host.” so well said, Ret !

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