It
could be the unwritten blogs
The
unfinished poetry,
The
pieces of cloth cut but never made
The
table mat, skirt or wall hanging.
Or
it could be the worry about my aging relative
Who
will no longer give me advice like-
How
I should respect my aunties for my own good-
Or
it could be the realization that haiya,
I’ve
accomplished quite a number of things like
defining
clear priorities and sticking to them
Like
looking at possibilities and having intuition “tell me”
This
is not a worthwhile pursuit
And
it turns out not to be.
The
knowledge that apologies don’t take
An
inch off you
And
cutting links with certain company is actually good for the
Mind.
That
emotional abuse is real
And
one does not have to put up with it.
That
veggies are very Important,
Clean
fresh water to drink
And
that sometimes
the
top is an inverted pyramid.
