Monday, May 14, 2012


Who do you thank for being in your becoming?

How do you celebrate what you've done when you know that you are far from done? I mean, I know we should take time to recover from the run, metaphorically speaking. But how do you rejoice when you know you still aren't peaking but pecking instead at what lies ahead? Why do some souls seem so old that they hold the future in their hands as if it is present? Thus what detains others is for them no deterrent. That's what I wonder as I have pushed through the summer of life. Now, however, it's fall and I'm ready to haul it all in. If I had my mother I would be less intense, slightly at least. Yet I'm intent on being the best despite the demand success requires.

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