Age happens, and there's nothing you can do about it.

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Yet again, I have had another birthday accompanied by the profound realization that a lot of years have come and gone; more than I care to admit. What have I done with those years? Well, I've laughed some and I've cried a lot. Many of those tears were from sadness and disappointment, a few were from happiness, and some were from anger, which might surprise the people who know me, but yes, a long time ago, anger had a hold on me. 

    Now, I am over the sadness and anger and disappointment.

    Like the green plant I wrote about in a previous post (Through the Eyes of a Green Plant), I have weathered some storms. I have withstood winds, monsoons, droughts, and thunder and lightning, so to speak. Now I am in a season of acceptance of an imperfect life, and my crying days are over. Finally, I have it together. In a water-over-the-dam, let-bygones-be-bygones way, I can boast that life is good. To elaborate on the reasons why would require the writing of a book; not a blog entry of a few hundred words.

    In the earlier post about the jade plant, I wrote about isolating it from all the other ones and making it sit in the woods alone, and about me witnessing its quiet strength and perseverance. I would like to think I have the same quiet strength and perseverance, and that maybe tough and rugged describes me after all.

    

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