Coming to the end of a three-day ponder, I'm
not certain my comprehension of the issues at
hand are much clearer. I have to laugh at me
own self for using the word NICE when it's a
milk toast kind of word at best. Obviously, I
found myself in a rather Pollyanna state, place
where none of us have resided for a long, long
time. A resumidas cuentas, we each are who
we are, cliché that may appear to be. Perhaps,
the best to long for, would be an understanding
of self, who we are, why we are and is that truly
who we want to be when we grow up?! It's too
easy to simply let self BE, let things STAND,
let the old tried and true inertias TAKE OVER.
In the last moments of my Pollyanna state, my
wish for all of us would be personal growth.
May we each rise and shine . . .
longing for answers
who to ask who to tell who
nothing but questions
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