I woke this morning in someone elses body... These were my hands and my legs and my feet... but this was not my life. I woke this morning, 23 - with no certainty of when, or where, or how I will realise my dream and my purpose here in this place and time.
I am a shrinking violet on a cold September morning surround by a vapid air of frustration and stagnation. How did I choose this path? How did I come to be here?... When am I going to awaken to a new day, and finally know where I am going. Striding forth with conviction. When am I going to stop running away from everything and stand my ground. Carpe Diem. Salute.
This time, this transient time... people are phantoms in my life, here today gone tomorrow. We are young and nothing binds us. We are free to go and search and be whomever we choose. This is our privilege. This is our curse. No roots, no base, no home. Freedom.
"Into the wilderness the gait of one, who knows no path where the path should be..."
Post Script:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we to be brilliant, beautiful, talented, and fabulous. But honestly, who are you to not be so?"
~Marianne Williamson.
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