This is what opportunity looks like: this tugging at knots.
It’s in the toggling that we get stuck. One foot always straddling and sometimes we toil.
We weave. We unweave. We leave without looking back; we leave without
straightening
It matters to me. Not, the mattering. Not what is matted, but the unmattering itself. Things,
matter! I want to do. I want to make and I want the making to do wonderous things.
I want the wondering to rise around me. I want it to surface on the upper lip.
[I never cared for crusts.]If you want me to really go in on it, show me what I’d be risking.
So you know what opportunity looks like :: come closer.
Opportunity knocks. I want to answer. [ I do ] So you know, of course, I want to answer but
certainly, I’m cautious. I see the life I was meant to have. I see it knocking. It’s not at my door
yet, but Yes, Sir, when my bell rings, the bell will break. I will repeat this mantra: Don’t deny
yourself.
Denial is tough to swallow, but delight is peachy. I want digestion and the
satisfaction that follows.
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