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The Necessity to reflect upon the Past, live in the Present & plan for the Future:

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The Past is not to be regretted, but merely remembered.

To remind us of actions gone awry & ambitions deferred.

It is merely something to gives us something to think about.

There’s no need or complain about it, or to stress and pout.

What’s done has been done & you can’t go back to have it reversed.

No need to complain about a performance that was not rehearsed.

We live in the Present: the “Here and Now”.

We must make good upon what we endow.

Our current durations are investments, to benefit us, at later times & places.

We must work, avoiding the same errors as before, stop falling on our faces.

The fruits of our labor may not all be witnessed by our own eyes.

However, still, we must overcome all obstacles, to attain our prize.

Our Future is completely unknown to us; regardless, we welcome it.

Never afraid of what is to come, courage is the primary precedent.

We are confident that we have done all that we should.

But, we would’ve definitely changed things, if we could.

That’s the way things are to go I guess; this is how it is to be.

I only hope to remain blessed & have Allah pleased with me.

Gareth Bryant/2013

My thoughts on my own failures:

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Maybe it’s me:

With each passing of years, my eyes begin to shed tears.
I cry, because of some of my most tragic & painful fears.

I’m in fear of dying without wife, nor child.
The thought of it just makes me very tense.

I’d much rather have an easier trial, that’s quite mild.
Alas, I’m being tested with this & it makes no sense.

I reminisce, as a young dude, runnin’ wild in the street, baggin’ shorites, with no sense of bein’ discrete.
When I was doin’ my thing, I was a legend, my style unmatched, and my swagger just couldn’t be beat.

But, since I’m tryin’ to do things that way, I’m stuck in a rut; defeat has been common-place today.
It’s like I have no finesses, when it comes to seeking out a spouse, as though I am complete astray.

Fail, after fail, it is so depressing and annoying; how long will this dark cloud over my head stay?
This has become a game that I just can’t win, because the rules are different for this type of play.

Back in my prime, when I was a wild-child, shorties just fell in my lap.
Now, it seems that I’m just washed-up, corny, a lame, a plain old sap.

So, now, I’ve thought about it & maybe it’s me who’s the problem.
It’s probable that I am the reason for my very own crash and burns.

It is very possible that this could very well be some chastisement from Allah.
I may just have to deal with this, as long as it takes; but my heart still churns.

It hurts so much, thinkin’ that you’re so close to someone then, Allah just rips them from ya life.
It just sucks that I’ve been down this road, so many times, yet still missing this most crucial exit.

It seems like there’s no end in sight, I am just destined to go through this strife.
I’ve become just like a dog chasin’ it’s tail, in a never-ending emotional matrix.

Gareth Bryant/2012