Wednesday, October 10, 2012


I've passed through it once again.
It won't be the first time and won't be the last.
This time, it seemed to drag out, linger and leave its stench.
I have to remember, I am a fighter.
This is not the beginning or the end.
I can now think clearly, focused and enjoy what is.
Not was, not will be.
No more revisionist history.
No more fantastical futures.
To be present and to practice gratitude and patience.
I can think of nothing more that I want to do.