Figuring it out
That’s all we’re really doing isn’t it?
I used to think we all got it
We don’t,
I thought I had it
I didn’t,
That knocked me down,
Hard,
It held me there
Face buried in dirt,
Until I pushed back
And pushed up,
I’ve come a long way
Stumbling all the time
Falling as I went,
It’s all here in these pages,
I know now that which I didn’t then:
You don’t ever figure it out.
But that doesn’t mean you stop trying,
You die every night and are born again every day,
I am not the person that started this book
And neither are you,
I am not the person that will finish this book
And neither are you,
But that’s ok
That’s just how it is,
Every death is a lesson
And every birth is a reason
And all we are doing
Is figuring it out.
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