"Self Discovery"

Poem By Jeremy Willson

Self discovery isn't change
It isn't progressing
And it's not trying new things
It's more, reviewing what is.
Stopping to rationalize
Reason what it is you want to do.
It's your life
Anyone can give you advice
Anyone can tell you your options
Only you can pick your opportunities.

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