are our own worst enemies,
or so I'm told, and I believe.
we have the power to view firsthand
the weakness we possess.
So, when Fate has dealt us a losing hand,
we tend to forget the previous pots we've often won,
and remember only those we've lost.
Our Happiness is habit -
if we choose to make the best of what's bestowed;
our Sorrow is our selfishness
for failing to recall the previous personal joys.
And so, I forgive myself -
for all my old mistakes and judgments
that were often not, so wise,
and for all my accomplishments not quite fulfilled
that submissively wait for my sanity to return.
And, in exchange,
I remind myself
that I have been compassionate
when I was needed,
and that I have been kind more
often than I have been cruel.
I find my inner peace again -
having realized rather late in life
that it is permissible
just to be Human,