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Prompt - Write in the form of a recipe

Living @ 40

This ones easy.

The 30s was a shocker, 

top of the hill, all too early, 

but it’s aftertaste makes

the transition easier. 

First, perforce take a stock

of your wide and varied accumulations of

love, hatred, regret, health, 

in a few cases wealth and 

maybe the salt and pepper in your hair. 

Next begin with generous 

doses of friends and family, 

who by now are a lot easier on the eye 

than before and must be kept close at hand 

as required binding agents 

to the rest of the upcoming forty.

The larger the space in the heart, 

the better it is to process all the 

emotions with spoonfuls of warmth. 

That is the fire, 

that is the pot, 

that is where most of the 

burning and cooling will take place.

In the process the mind 

subtlety enlarges and thoughts get clarified. 

When it gets too hot to handle 

which it will from time to time, 

with fears, anxieties, despair, 

loneliness and with the bones simply 

not keeping pace, while on the outside the 

skin may still manage the occasional 

glow of the 30s, simmer it down with 

deep breaths, or a fast run or simply 

with a game of carrom with the kids, 

according to your preference. 

Nevertheless, there will also be a strange 

compound of joy wafting mixed

with cool acceptance of life as is and 

you as you were made 

and it will all seem like meant to be. 

While old dreams will be coming 

off the sides, and some hopes of the old life 

will be wearing thin, replace them with new futures 

containing dreams for others while stirring 

continuously so nothing sticks to

the sides of this incomprehensible stuff called life. 

Allow the meaning to sizzle for a while

and at last temper it with the understanding 

that you are surrounded only with 

energy bundles journeying along similar 

trajectories with no more nor less 

concerns of the energy bundle called yourself.