A year later

 A year later, I don't know if I could be the spokesperson for where I live.
But I know that I speak up more for myself
A year later, I still don't know my life's path
But I am more accepting of that now
A year later, I haven't changed at all in some ways
Because what I needed to change the most was how I treated myself
A year later, I still give to others
Even more than ever, still as automatic as my huge grin
A year later, I realize it's not about the place or situation or life being perfect
Or even learning lessons from imperfections
Sometimes life is hard, and that's just because it is
Not because I didn't try
or because I need to learn a life lesson
But because sometimes life stinks
And the only way to react is to hold your nose
and keep going