In my time as a younger then now person I often had felt that I would be something much more grand by this point on my life's timeline. That somehow I would strangely be hailed as the most ___________ person who ever existed. As the time has worn some on my and my soul (soles) I wonder what I would want to be so much better at then anyone else. As I went through the lists in my head I realized I hate the very idea. Why do I struggle to feel that I was made special, so special that time would unwravel this amazing masterpeice that everyone within a mile would know how amazing I really was. Huh, anyway... I'm thirty three, struggling to be someone better then I was yesterday and usually seeing how short I fall.. Still soon this race will be run... and hindsight will be the best gift ever I do believe.... anyway hope you are well... I think I'm fine, got issues but still just fine.... Bygbee.
Posted by whitacre at April 1, 2008 06:33 PM | TrackBack