I am not as involved with life as I need to be.
I observe and participate but do not necessarily create or contribute to my mission or purpose, consistently.
This is not always the case though—I can tell the times that I am.
Imagine a day where you are born anew every day.
Every morning, ultimately every moment, your slate is clean, absent of all burdens, attachments, and worries.
The limbo between procrastination and desired actions is genuine.
So is the interference I just noticed.
Sometimes your actions are wonderfully and amazingly out of your control.
You do things, take chances and risks you normally don’t see yourself taking.
You don’t know why, but the reason is not important.
You are born, you grow, and you learn the ways of survival within your necessary and trusted circles;
life then flows unconsciously by like an unobserved creek in your backyard.
No object defines me: Not on its own or in concert with any number.
My friends show the type of company I keep, but they are not who I am – or who I want to be.
It may be good; it may be sinful – and while it may be true – what others think of me doesn’t define who I am.
The intentions behind my actions and the things I connect with – shape my interaction in the present,
but it does not define me.
Why is there a need?
What purpose is served?
Like all things existing within the grasp of change and transformation, their natural flow constantly shifts to a point where conscious efforts are required to maintain one’s sense of balance.
The secrets of the heart lie in the present. The old days never were – tomorrow will never be.