Dearest Learners...
We run from the harsh words.
We label it cruelty.
…and certainly, sometimes it is.
But the hard word, the barb,
e f f e c t i v e l y s h a r p
pushes
where candied phrases
d i s s i p a t e
their grain of salt lost
in a saccharine sea
Socrates once said,
“The unexamined life RISE.
is not worth living.” WE
Perhaps the examination NEXT
can come from OUTSIDE US. AND
Jabs galvanize, then we realize. Then we try. And try and try try try trytrytrytrytrytrytry AND.
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