In the thoughts of a child, I suspect I still believed that life happened to me.
Imagine. I could imagine easily things that defied time and space. Imagining things that could be come reality was a skill that had never been put before me. Once in a while I might picture myself in a place or a role, but that was a possibility . . . if the rest worked out a certain way.
Life was a board game.
In the board games that I played the direction was one way. The goal was most often singulat. Finding a new path wasn't required or executable. It was go around and around, hoping that good things happened as I did.
It turned out that the world offers so much more. Dreams wait for me to dream them. Ideas await my mind to find them. Literal and figurative mountains stand where I might go to climb them. It depends on me. It depends on me understanding that I am.
I am my life.
Around the next corner, with the next sunrise, inside the next breath is my next choice, is my next vision. I can be whomever I am willing to invest my life in. Up the path, down the road, across the field is an opportunity, not a place I must go. I'll miss one to take one. If I know, then I know what I am doing.
I am my life.
It's not a hard thought to take on. It walking past that bend to see what awaits around the corner can only help me hone my direction.
I am my life. I'll walk toward the light, because I can.
--me strauss Letting me be