Acceptance (2018)

I have reached a point of acceptance in my life.

Acceptance of my mother's death.

Acceptance that I am living here.

Acceptance that my life didn't turn out the way I had planned.

Acceptance of my imperfection.

A great calm has washed over me.

I accept that nothing can define me, and that ultimately, I am unknowable even to myself. I embrace the mystery, I welcome the mystery.

In a world of rife dualities, I do not want to create more for myself.

For now, I am tending my inner garden.


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