meandering

taking stock

taking stock...I thought over my blue drink that this might be the moment while alone to take stock.  but then how much wisdom does it require to take stock of a life, a recent past, a venture? how do I measure my losses against my so called gains?  how much is truly lost in the nature surrounding me?  not much, I think.  Time lost?  Effort lost?  Loved ones lost?  how much is lost, I ask myself.  the answer seems to be a loud and clear, "NOTHING".  a flower dies to give life to a fruit.  one form gives way to another.  joy and heartache are tied together as part of the same.  so, I think I will stop trying to take stock and accept each thing knowing it will give way to the next thing.

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