Asses(s)

A careful assessment of one’s life should be done often. Should be.
The amount it is actually done depends on the life.
It can take, like with love, a certain number of days or a certain lack of the subject itself, to cause a careful assessment.
The assessment of life can show it’s real depravity, or it’s absolute wealth. And that can change within a minute, depending on what caused the initial assessment.
After twenty years of assessing, I see changes more recently that I am content with, but still see possibilities available and feel like I’m still at the bottom. It feels good to be here, but tiring.

Count the asses above.