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I am a bundle of raw nerves.
Political unrest:
Thinking back to J6, 2021:
Another day of infamy,
But this time self-inflicted.
Remembering the masked mob
Reveal their unrestrained violence;
The violation of that day
And of our nation’s Capitol.
Would our democracy die
Just two months after my wife,
Who died on November 6, 2020?
Work uncertainty:
What will be our new economy?
Will lies and corruption be our new currency?
What will happen to our culture and our country
As the kleptocracy is released once again?
Personal unknowns:
Watching those who once were friends
Cut loose those ties
And sail away for calmer skies.
I am a rock, jagged and gray.
I am an island, uninhabited.
The challenge is to transform:
Fear into prudence,
Pain into transformation,
As Taleb wrote.
Plan all the way to the end.
Remember what is in my control.
Let fortune guide me to philosophy.
I am the captain of my soul.