Time doesn’t grant the ability to make better decisions.
Closing the consideration loop often takes interference.
A day that undulates successes and failures teaches and shapes,
removes the groove of certainty.
You are not who you think you are to others.
The definition of best flexes,
guides our tendencies like a gentile maze through the wilderness,
and you choose to follow or to forge a novel path expecting better.
Youth embraces the new, expects constant change.
Old survives by finding comfort, fortifying with fear.
Courage is brash, without the foresight for errors,
furnishing the resistant with reasons to stall.
Are we victims of the ideas we hear
or do we weave our own ever evolving versions of our history
that we witnessed in the fragments which we remember it?