It’s ironic that I can feel a loss of something as well as a relief of that loss. Maybe ironic isn’t the word I’m searching for, and maybe it’s that I am more surprised at how I feel about the loss-which is a little sad and suspecting. I’m not referring to a person but a job- a job loss. One that has been draining me of my ability for some time, but I won’t get into that- it’s now officially in the past. But I have to say that a slight bitter taste remains in my mouth- (foul play? Or death by natural causes?) I know it doesn’t matter, but it’s there, the suspecting thoughts lingering like a bad smell in the air. But on the positive, I feel good, like fate reached down with his big hand and gently moved me forward when I wasn’t able to do so myself.
And now I am born again, only I am 6 years older then last time and wondering if rebirth still has its beauty and charisma. What value do I have to offer this world? Can I compete with the young and agile? Can I throw myself once again on the burning coals that fuel this economy? The world opens up in one second, and in another closes. Opportunity, experience, luck, and willpower on the wheel of life spinning round and round, and here I am at the preface of another turn. So I lift up my glass and proclaim, “To beginnings, to ends, and everything in-between!”
And now I am born again, only I am 6 years older then last time and wondering if rebirth still has its beauty and charisma. What value do I have to offer this world? Can I compete with the young and agile? Can I throw myself once again on the burning coals that fuel this economy? The world opens up in one second, and in another closes. Opportunity, experience, luck, and willpower on the wheel of life spinning round and round, and here I am at the preface of another turn. So I lift up my glass and proclaim, “To beginnings, to ends, and everything in-between!”
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