1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="i31d3alYly"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/the-cycle/">The Cycle</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/the-cycle/embed/#?secret=i31d3alYly" width="600" height="338" title="“The Cycle” — PoohsDen" data-secret="i31d3alYly" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> is vicious. It goes around no matter what. Bumpy roads and smooth pavements. Over flowers and crap. It keeps rolling. It shakes off the dirt and stones sticking to it with every turn. You can clean it every day but the truth is it gets dirty. Such is the cycle of life. I never knew the undercurrents when I was younger. No one told me. I believed in what was in front of my eyes. I refused to look beyond the land of goodness in front of me. I thought I had grown-up when I started sensing the bumps, the undercurrents, the dirty laundry or whatever name you want to give it. I felt grown-up. I was told things that no one shared with me in my youth. Things told in confidence. The good, the bad and the ugly cycles along the road of life. Though I never had to do anything to make these cycles cleaner or easier I knew it. It was empowering. I know I have grown-up when I accepted that whether I liked it or not the years add up and along with the years you can expect some changes but certain things never change. As […]