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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

3.23

And we could just chalk it up to being "just one of those days." Yet how is it that a 24 hour time frame ends up being 2 years, or 4 years, or 10 for that matter?

3.24

New thought,(not mine, but it fits) new day.....5 years is a long time to stay in a shit-hole. Breathing becomes competitive as the opponent spews stench--blocking airwaves. But it is life, it is experience

It does become a challenge to disallow bitterness, re-affirm enjoyment, acknowledge others, and appreciate experience. Ends of a spectrum in constant rotation adding up to 360 degrees--good becoming bad, becoming good. You're either in a storm, coming out of a storm, or going into a storm.

Keep living becomes more than a saying. It can be a mantra--repeating it over and over to get over. Ramblings can be therapeutic, along with music and conversation. So called crazy person stands on street corner without cell phone speaking apparently to the wind. Bending knees, flaring arms about, as people pass to and fro; brave eyes lock in stare. Smile--it's an ice-breaker.

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