I think that maybe I have it in me to become the person that I want to be. We all wrestle with the concept. The big hurdle, I'm pretty sure, is trying to live up to someone else's idea of who you should be.
I was up last night looking through boxes of photographs. I never lived up to anyone's expectations. My future was always in another person's hands and I never understood at the time.
Now I sit and meditate. I meditate while I walk. As soon as I let it go on cruise control, it's those same three syllables and, again, I'm not in control.
Well, they tell me that it's all about time and I think I finally understand. Enough time goes by and eventually you die. It ends.
Funny thing is it's a good day.