During some rather obscure moments in my life there 
have been times when I've gotten things right.

Those moments don't last long, not even long enough to
become memories, but thankfully long enough to be recognized
as some sought after, often elusive ideal.

I know they are moments of correctness because afterwards
I am endowed with many hours or days of what I might call
inner growth, or corrective thinking, and then my thinking
changes, I see things in a new light, and when the work is done 
and the dust is settled, I sit back and wait for the 
next moment, that I just happen to get, right.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli