Reinvention of ones self;
A concept that sounds grand,
& yet can be so necessary
that it ends up being underwhelming.
It’s as if a time of change,
As something that is constantly avoided like the plague by some;
Is the most revered & hated time of a life all at once,
While also the one that often offers endlessly limited options.
Confusion is expected but all the same frustrating.
Possibilities or options taking form in a time of change,
Must often be something of our own creation;
We are given the power to choose to intentionally change,
And not just settle for an impending result
but rather allowed to participate in securing the best results.
If only the sometimes cultural as well generational escapist,
known as Effort,
Wouldn’t be so often found to be MIA or in a complete state of lack.
As I aim to slow down,
That I may sustain myself for the days & phases to come;
I realize that by slowing down,
I’m actually allowed to somehow move faster.
It’s only when I run the marathon,
rather than pacing,
That I find myself incapacitated & left with nothing.
But for now I will allow myself a time of stillness,
Not inactivity per se;
Just a needed release of control,
& reminder of my true nature as a finite & limited being.