Month of Me! - Day 12

I'm a Retired Poet. Very retired. But here's some of what I used to do. Read at the risk of your own sanity.

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The new year tends to have a universal effect on people. It tends to be a time of personal reflection and task-setting, high hopes, and shortly after, fallen aspirations. We generate a grandiose ideal of what we will be and achieve in the coming year only to dissappoint ourselves with short-lived successes and catastrophic failures. Are resolutions and unattainable goals a necessary way of life?

Retrospect

This was the beginning of my second adulthood, I think. After several dark and dismal years, and a re-establishment of my independence, I was granted the most serene and life-giving moment of stillness on a desolate beach in the Caribbean. I knew that even though my life was still destined for many more back breaking heights to climb, my strength had just tripled and I would be all right for quite some time. And I was cleansed.