Circles and circles and circles

What if what we call success” is really just the world rising to meet us? If it’s less to do with our amazingness, or our gifts, and it’s more about the act of offering?

Additionally, what if we call success” is t truly a universal concept? That success for me, and for Bill Gates, and for a third grade teacher are all totally different? This seems true.

And what if the whole enterprise is really about finding out what’s mine? (And for you, yours?).

Ah, incomplete thoughts.

Here is a short poem I wrote a few days ago that I think holds these concepts:

When in doubt
draw a circle.
Perhaps it will
remind you of
where you come
from and where
you are going
and what lies in

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