My Words

I have never really known what I wanted in life and unfortunately I have faced this depressing cycle for thirty six years. Most people figure, by this time in my life, I should already be established, know what I want and how to get it, know where I'm going or already be halfway there. I guess--I am not like most people.

It's a struggle, endless at times, to live. It is almost funny how something as easy as life, can be, at the same time, extremely difficult. I can not remember the exact moment I ended up in this wallowing pit of existence, time has skillfully covered my tracks. However, I know I need to get out.

I will spread these wings, which were bound by circumstance and let the wind catch them. Like a young eagle I will feel the air of freedom and possibilities once again. Life will no longer conceal me beneath it's monotonous restrictions of should and should-not.

Yes, I will fly again and keep flying, never land. A constant migration of discovery and hope. A voyage of heart, soul, and faith. Only I have the power to knock down the walls which enslave my ambition. The walls are strong, built from my own fear and doubt. However, I am stronger. My resolve is stronger. My words are stronger.

And my words will be my salvation.