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Its been a long time since I've even thought about writing or poetry, or even reading a good story. Nowadays everything is about instant gratification for me, from literature, to movies, to food. And therein lies the problem. Somewhere along the way, after moving continents, and cleaving onto someone, and then have someone cleaving unto me (that mollusc is now 5, but still I don't think it will detach until college); I seem to have lost my identity. I have lost ambition, I cannot see the woods because the trees are all in the way! I've put on a lot of weight, given up on self enrichment, I worry constantly about financial stability and obsess over facebook posts by other people (most of whom love expensive holidays), and I've just become a sort of mess. This post is about my decision to reclaim myself, from all that I have become. I'm not saying these past years and the many good things they have wrought in my life do not matter. They are amazing, all th...