Revolutions

Revolutions and resolve circle overhead like a Raven on the hunt for their next tasty morsal. I circumnavigate a path only in its newness through my eyes. Many shadow the same passageway. We orbit. We pass time. We celebrate the day of our birth. We make resolutions crowded with hope, hungry for change.

The world says I have been 56 years old for 361 days. In other words, today I am 56 years, 11 months, and 28 days old, and I am in my 57th year since I first took breath. Shortly I will start my 58th year. Not that I want to rush but accurate reckonings have been circling overhead.

As I approach the start of a new revolution and celebrate the end of my 57th year with 57 candles. I am resolved to no longer cry over spoiled milk.

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