A Reflection on Cycles

I spent too long giving too much to someone who felt to push herself up she needed to pull others down, that there was a scarcity of room on the stage, that our voices weren't more beautiful as a chorus than they were as floating notes in the wind. 

I spent too long casting tears into an ocean of silence so deafening that it seemed to rationalize and justify her behavior, surviving it by treading water and cherishing the dolphins and sunshine that visited, kept me company, invited me to dance. 

It became a lesson in investment, a lesson in qualifying which risks are worth taking, which dividends are the most rewarding. I picked up my spirit, recast my chips on a blackjack table with rules I understood. 

And watched. 

And waited.