Sometimes it catches when the fumes rise up
among the throbbing lights of cars, or asΒ
you look away to dodge eye-contact withΒ
your own reflection in the carriage-glass;Β
or in a waiting-room a face reminds youΒ
that the colour supplements have liedΒ
and some have pleasure and some pay the price.Β
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Then all the small securities you builtΒ
about your house, your desk, your calendarΒ
are blown like straws; and momentarily,Β
as if a scent of ivy or the earthΒ
had opened up a childhood door, you pause,Β
to take the measure of what might have beenΒ
against the kind of life you settled for.
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Yesterday was the start of a new year. One can argue itβs just a normal day like any other and they might be right, but itβs also a marker, a reminder that another year of your life has passed. A year you will never get back. A year that is 365 days closer to your last.Β Β
Here's the takeaway... Β
No matter your past, the future is spotless. If you ever find yourself taking an honest look at your story so far (without comparing your journey to anyone else's) and feel like there should be more, it's never too late to change things.
Itβs never too late to be bold.
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Happy New YearΒ β€οΈ, GFDD Β
PS. Today's thoughtsΒ were inspired by William Seighart's 'The Poetry Remedy'. 11/10 recommend.
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