I have passed several months assessing and appraising the details of my life. The investment in the worthless, believing in good ideas. The consummate overachiever wanting to show that I can get the job done. I always look back at the disappointing outcomes.
I have a sound heart and people have enslaved it. My death will be on the bed of good deeds. An epiphany came with a simple suggestion, give up the things unhealthy; let go of the things unnecessary. The pain of moving on is better than the discomfort from being pushed around.
I am going away from familiarity and comfort to make way for new ventures and risks. A bittersweet journey to new matters.
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