fly

In your best moments, you remember that it’s a process

All of life

There is really no failure

Just learning

The desire to hold ourselves accountable to some standard

Isn’t ours to hold

As I was walking down the street

Having all of these big beautiful thoughts

Embracing a wider perspective where I love myself even in my lowest moments

A fly crashed into my face

And died

“That’s a life” my mind elucidated

But I still had to scrape fly matter out of the corner of my eye

It’s a process

Until it’s not