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Progress

It’s amazing how fickle-- how fleeting-- progress is. 

It’s achieved by climbing mountains, battling ghosts and slaying demons.

Lost by a sideways glance, an unreturned message, a stiff breeze. 

When that loss occurs, my hope is that it won’t last long. My hope is, like a mouse in a maze, I will find my way back to the cheese all that much faster-- that I won’t have to relearn all of the steps that got me that far and that I will may my way again. 

My hope is that my heart grows stronger--not harder-- so that next time, it take more than a slight breeze to blow me off course. 

But right now, I am in a cyclone. 

And all I have is hope. 

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Perfection

There’s something so satisfying about a new beginning: a new page, a fresh start-- with infinite possibilities stretched before you. 

There’s something terrifying about it too: abandoning everything you’ve known up to this point, effectively starting back at square one. 

But, you must start somewhere. And even if it isn’t everything you had hoped it would be,

it’s perfect.