Things end. Maybe that’s an abrupt way of putting it. It’s certainly succinct and uncomfortably true. All things end, or as Gautama the Buddha, phrased it, “All compound things are subject to decay.” Time passes. Things end. Tempests are not eternal. There’s an immutable corollary to this, however. Things begin. Time is precious. Time passes…
okay, it’s heavy, but I’m strong
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? Mmm… I don’t know Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’ ‘Cause I built my life around you But time makes you bolder Children…
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I’ve been “too” a lot of my life.
Too smart. Too forward. Too confident. Too strong. Too fat. Too muscular. Too clever. Too good at school. Too good at sports. Too good at too many things. Too knowledgeable. To loud or vocal. Too much. Too intimidating.
Stuff I tell myself. Every damned time.
It’s about a month out from nationals. I’ve noticed via IG and FB that folks are feeling twinges and twangs of bodies pushing the limit of tolerance and strength. It’s also flu season, head cold season, and generally the time of year where bodies have to work harder to stay strong. So some are battling…