day slips into night which slides today becoming night again before the next day arises do you take it in; do you pause amidst the cycle to take stock of yourself - where you are, where you want to be, where you are headed - do you course correct, or do you allow the tides of time to carry you along - from night to day - without your creating a ripple
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Old Days
I was not then who I am now; those old days - difficult though they might have been - have made me the person standing before you today; memories of my missteps sting my mind, still, I cannot stop feeling grateful for those days whose pains made me who I am today: incomplete, yet trying to be better