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Do not allow what you have to do for a living define you.
separating that which you are into that
which you are not,
this feeling of not belonging,
this quality of unwantedness,
the rain,
the diminished part of ourselves,
those times when we are struggling,
and this awkward uncertainty of how things really are,
not what we expected, and the realization that
we do not know as much as we thought we did,
and the questions about the eggshell,
about our fragility, and all this spinning,
and how busy we are
rushing to places,
important places,
time sensitive places,
of questions
about our seeming,
random
place in things,
and the things
we think we should be,
what we could be that have not delivered
as promised, and those moments
when we are so close knowing
who we really are we can taste it.
this journey of our perfection,
of our becoming,
and of our sun, and the rain,
judging ourselves,
and everyone,
and everything,
and everybody,
even God,
and how perfect
it all is.
