Once

Once upon a time, I sought perfection.

That cunning thing…elusive and prized.

It laughed and said,”You will NEVER have me!”

I took this as a challenge; I nearly died just to have the thing.

Bloodied and broken, I nearly succumbed to the beast.

But, as it goes, the phoenix rises from the ash to be born again, anew.

The Lazarus man will rise from ruin and live yet again.

So goes it with many a man (woman).

Bent, but not irreparably broken. Scars heal. People change.

Age and bodies and sickness are not defining.

Bravery is a choice, as is cowering.

Seek not to be THE best, but YOUR best.

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