Phases : A Ramble.
Teenage is a phase. Childhood is a phase. Some pretty. Some ugly. Enjoy where you are. Path that counts, the destination is just that. But no, I see my child slipping into my phase that I used to be. I see my mistakes that I made. My child will make my mistakes. Do I want that ?
But the mistakes that are seen clearly. The good things are not. Don't deny a phase, enjoy where you are. But deny the mistakes, how to then find. What good rests. Don't deny a phase. Find out who you are. Does the phase change ?
The phases in the phase. The phasing of the phase. The phase phasing. Does it make sense. The phases. The phase. Change. And changes. Changing. Mistakes. Doing. Find what is left, seeing what is seen, growing scared, growing thus scared.
I see my child making my mistakes. I find mistakes, so not to make. I show my child my mistakes, so not to make. The good shall we find on our own.
Teenage is a phase. Childhood is a phase. Some pretty. Some ugly. Enjoy where you are. Path that counts, the destination is just that. But no, I see my child slipping into my phase that I used to be. I see my mistakes that I made. My child will make my mistakes. Do I want that ?
But the mistakes that are seen clearly. The good things are not. Don't deny a phase, enjoy where you are. But deny the mistakes, how to then find. What good rests. Don't deny a phase. Find out who you are. Does the phase change ?
The phases in the phase. The phasing of the phase. The phase phasing. Does it make sense. The phases. The phase. Change. And changes. Changing. Mistakes. Doing. Find what is left, seeing what is seen, growing scared, growing thus scared.
I see my child making my mistakes. I find mistakes, so not to make. I show my child my mistakes, so not to make. The good shall we find on our own.
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