Fix it
Its end of month, my personal hell. It stresses me out, but at the same time I've learned to let it go.
I drove up to keep a friend going through boxes company today. On driving home tonite I was thinking about a few things.
I tend to find the dove with the broken wing, and hold it until it mends, until it is confindent enough to fly again. Over the years, I've learned how to let it fly away. The one issue is simple; part of me is with that person. Is it healthy to give that bit and let it go? Time has said that that gift means something, no matter how small.
It has meant something to a boy who would have given up his dream and a dog left behind, a horse who feared love and a geek hiding in a NOC. At the same time, it has meant alot to me--the poet, the equestrian, the reader, the lover.
I am what I give away, and if that is the only impact I make on the world, I will know it has been a good one.
I drove up to keep a friend going through boxes company today. On driving home tonite I was thinking about a few things.
I tend to find the dove with the broken wing, and hold it until it mends, until it is confindent enough to fly again. Over the years, I've learned how to let it fly away. The one issue is simple; part of me is with that person. Is it healthy to give that bit and let it go? Time has said that that gift means something, no matter how small.
It has meant something to a boy who would have given up his dream and a dog left behind, a horse who feared love and a geek hiding in a NOC. At the same time, it has meant alot to me--the poet, the equestrian, the reader, the lover.
I am what I give away, and if that is the only impact I make on the world, I will know it has been a good one.