OLD IS THE GOAL

It took some time to get here.

The place of acceptance that I am getting older.

Yet, I am the youngest I will ever be in this moment.

I am always evolving.

Change, is the only thing necessary.

I couldn’t imagine worse agony…

Than being the same person I was over three years ago.

I do appreciate who I was then.

I honor them.

“She got me here.”

Here, is exactly where I need to be.

I do not want.

Somehow…

The path disappeared and I am free.

Challenges…

Well? They just become another thing.

That I need to endure and complete.

The necessary.

I have given my old self to the fates.

Only just practicing my humanity amidst any calamity.

Sure? Life previously looked quite tragic.

I though, am no tragedy.

I am interwoven by the people I had once been.

May it be the finest of tapestries.

Although, I am clearly unperfect.

Misporportained and off centered at times.

I do not want… To pretend.

That I may be the most efficient…

For quite a long time though ‘efficiency’ was my God.

How quickly can I get things done?

How quickly can I turn away and run?

Making my moves long, long,long…

Before the sound of the smoking gun.

I suppose…

I efficiently burned every bridge behind me?

Inefficient at the time of doing it kindly.

Why must I always show haste?

Then, I stopped one day.

Oh… How efficiency robbed me of my joy…

I proactively slow myself down now before the Universe does.

How may I truly take care of myself today?

And may this day clean all the vitriol away.

Amen.