There's something unique which each and every one of us do and that unique thing is holding onto pieces of our past, in ways which we only remember them as being. We create stories/narratives which aren't always accurate and in turn feed our egos one last time because within those said moments, we're allowed to be whatever we need ourselves to be.
There was a time the feet pictured below used to run as fast as the wind and jump as high as the sky; now they're used to adventure and see things which weren't thought possible of viewing many years ago.
It's rare these days that I look down and take note of what's beneath me. For so long now, I've been attempting to hold my head up high and move forward through the traps which I set for myself on a weekly basis.
A friend of mine often asks me, "Que haces" and many a times my answer is, "Nada..."; the truth is I am doing something, I'm moving forward. There is nothing more satisfying than setting a goal and accomplishing said goal. I'm not an overly complicate person, I just want to look back at my life and say, "I did what I wanted to and used some of the gifts given to me as well", I suppose no rock left unturned type of mentality.
I feel as though I'm on the cusp of something special, the brink of finding myself when all those around me seem to have found me years ago but I was too busy running from my own shadow.
What I'm doing now is slowly coming out of the sandbox and making my way into the concrete jungle. I need to be a leader, a voice, a friend, a brother, a son, a worker, and most importantly a human. The reality is, there are few people who earnestly care about me and there are interactions which are meaningful and those are always stored within a special file. My role moving forward isn't for a world to take notice of me, instead it's for me to take notice of myself.
IF you love me and care, please understand that I'm a work in progress some forty years and change later.
"I'm changing and I hope you're watching it take place and smiling a bit too..."