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On this shortest day of the year, The northern winter solstice, I take a long look. I see the world driving by Frosty and dark Cold and stiff, but flowing Everyone, just passing through. Another minute, another day, Another year. For some, it repeats and repeats. Like a carpet worn down by walking The same path over and over. That’s so easy. Lifeless humanity. Mindless. Survival. But I want more. To be Alive. Reinvention. Thriving. The day, the number, The calendar is insignificant. The intention isn’t. Strength, courage Repeated counter intuitive willingness To move, to morph. I am as fluid as my stories, my thoughts. Let them not become a fortress I build for myself and reinforce. But a supple fabric Woven by the core of my Best humanness. For I know I am just strings of cells. Constantly changing and regenerating. I am who I create. Only through daily practice Letting go Of who, and what was. I am who I am becoming.