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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for 24 consecutive hours. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #ProseChallenge #itslit for sharing online.
WmThorn

Lesson Learned

All the new thinking is about loss.

In this, it resembles all the old thinking.

‘Meditation at Lagunitas’

by Robert Haas

... believe half of what you see

& some or none of what you hear

while the truth is always free

it is very rarely clear

there's a lot of nasty bitches

& too much proud wicked hate

& life deals hands, you cant win

but you still have to sit & play

deep down, most men are cowards

& everybody's weak

& the best advice, so they say

is turn the other cheek?

family fuck you the most

the most

worse than any foe

but they are still better

than most people you know

loneliness is daily

& most of life is pain

& consider yourself lucky

if you ever find a friend

most schooling is nonsense

most bosses have no clue

the government does not care

big business knows

youre a fool

hard work doesn’t really pay

it’s mostly a distraction

what pays are connections

& you do not have them

run fast & far as you want

& you still wont touch the end

even the best men

taste dread

treading water

tired & spent

all ambition is quick sand

discipline just makes more work

most labor is a waste of time

& most prayer is way way worse

jealousy is very real

& she is a whore

& no matter what you suffer

she'll always lust for more

all of your possessions

house, cars, clothes & tools

all those things

you think you own

really all own you

your money cannot save you

even god cant change your fate

& everything you ever loved

will die & fade away

... & still we got it better

than plants & fish & birds

just because we writers

own all the words for hurt

we imagine all the stories

& tell all the best lies

like sacrifice & love

resurrection & paradise

we got sorrow for our blues

& drama to fill our lines

& we know that grapes

never tortured

can never make fine wine

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