Disappointment

Disappointment, what a charged word

it feels both too strong

yet also not strong enough,

to accurately capture

life's nuances,

the ebbs and flows

the captured meaning

of the why

and the how

of the position of my life.

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Yet,

when reflection occurs

I am filled

with the overwhelming feeling,

of mundane disappointment.

Not bitterness

nor anger

just disappointment.

How often did you feel

in your childlike imagination

that you were special,

bound for great things?

And so,

when I compare myself

to the visions of my youth,

I cant help but feel

disappointed.

But, when I take stock,

of the relationships

the experiences,

and the time left to savour,

the disappointment fades

as i remind myself,

to stop.

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And smell the roses.