I don't often write cynical ones, but when I do, they're infused with a potent bitterness and frustration over my life and what I believe to be the sadistic (sometimes masochistic) comedy that we find ourselves in, or, at the very least, that "I" find myself in.

If hope that this doesn't pull you into my world. Just consider this a window. If you find yourself pulling at and perhaps "pulling out" the proverbial "hairs" of your mind, over this, consider what is occurring in your life, and know that when you read this, this wasn't just a window for you, this was self-reflection in its purest manifestation.

Knowing that, what's important is how you move forward and "not" how you drown in the torrent of your own sorrows.

If you're wondering why I'm even saying all this, then you're fooling yourself if you think this poem had no effect on you.

I'm a frequent passenger in lengthy rumination. I'm always surprised when I realize how something has affected me.
The sense of pride in how we "assume" something hasn't convinced us in its passing works in the same way as a person has repressed memories: they think they don't remember (we think we aren't affected) yet there is a part of that person that acknowledges the memory (we have accepted the idea in our subconscious, ergo, "Mr./Ms. Subconscious, the pack rat").

How do we encounter this part of ourselves?
That's the funny thing about life.
Most of the time, we encounter the issue when the time arises.

Now, this is the time to wonder, "Why mention this at all?"

Well, we are better at confronting an issue when we are prepared.
Problems tend to gain momentum, *******, until they have the strength to knock us down.
If we recognize the issue when it appears, and understand the tree by the seed it grew from, we are better at uprooting it from the source, rather than hacking at the tree, only so that it may grown again.

Have a good day :)