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Always, Only Smiling

I find myself acting much like a growing houseplant these days. I've been picked up and placed in different parts of the home many times. But I am happy to sit and be here, not moving much. I need and crave the nutrients of tender-loving care. But I do not snatch it up greedily. I'm waiting, patiently. I keep on growing in the meantime, blooming anew as time walks on by. New ideas, new feelings, new thoughts, new habits. I'm also losing some things. Old dreams, old friends, old passions, old baggage. They fall off without making a sound. And I see them there, lying all around me. Withered and dry. Cracked and faded. Sometimes I find myself panicking - I cannot pick them up! But they wouldn't grow back, even if I tried or really wanted to keep them. After all, they're old leaves. I remind myself that eventually, they will fade out of memory. They're either swept or blown away by the unpredictable breeze. I eventually only remember them because of the divots

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