I take my hat, and put it on.
I take my coat, and button it up.
I take my scarf, and then tie it.
I take my bag, and close it, leave all the unwanted bits.
I slip on the gloves, and open the door.
I bow gently, and smize somewhat.
And leave.
I bow out.
Onto the next adventure.
Life is all about choices, and risks.
And decisions.
So this is mine.
I am not this.
I am something entirely different.
And therefore, I bow out.
Because I simply must.
Anything else would simply count as a crime against the Self.
A soul-crime.
So therefore, I take my hat, take a bow, and take a new route.
I Love you all.
Time to revisit some shaping moments in our lives.
Get to know them, and then leave them.
And always recognise the soul-time to bow out, and leave something, that no longer serves you.
Yours truly.
Always.
M.
