New Skills Come with Mistakes

New Skills Come with Mistakes

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

Are you making mistakes?

Good.  Then you are learning.

You’re probably doing things

you’ve never done before.

That’s all very good.

Very good indeed.

Make big mistakes.

Make glorious mistakes.

Make blunders, goofs,

foul-ups, miss-steps,

and mess-ups. 

Pretty soon, along the way,

you’ll start to emerge.

You’ll bloom and blossom.

You’ll grow into whatever,

whomever it is

you seek to become.

Even if you’re scared

of doing, of becoming,

of growing,

mistakes are OKAY.

They are always in season.

Good for you!

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What Lies Within

What Lies Within

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

Emerson once said,

“What lies behind us

and what lies before us

are tiny matters,

compared to

what lies within us.” 

That one takes some breaking down,

some mulling and some musing.

Is there a wild and crazy someone

living inside of me?

Is there a Picasso, an Aristotle,

another Hemingway perhaps?

Can I really climb that mountain,

whether as a physical challenge

or a mental one?

What lies within … hmmm

Where do my thoughts

and desires take me?

Where do my wishes

and wants want me to go?

There are a lot of musings

in these thoughts.

I suppose it melts down to this …

Know thyself.

Oh, how I long for that …

For me – for you – for the world.

Ah … an epiphany.

When I know myself

I begin to scratch the surface

on what lies within.

What a great day that will be!

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The World Ends - The World Begins

The World Ends – The World Begins

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

When I was eight,

I wanted a new bike.

I didn’t get it and

my world ended.

When I was nine,

I got a new bike.

My world began anew.

I’ve had so many endings,

and so many beginnings,

and I’ve lived a good life

between those times.

I still get my hopes up

over the smallest of dreams,

and yet,

when that dream ends,

I dream again,

and my world begins again.

What a cycle.

What a life.

It is full of

hopes and dreams,

endings and beginnings.

I love my life.

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