Being the person you are, being true to your real self, what precisely does that mean?
More than a description, I hope. I'm always technically me.
Does it have to mean not trying to change, not trying to be different tomorrow than you are today? Which moment in time was the real me?
When I was unhealthy, enslaved, depressed, fat confused.
When I was happy, superficial, athletic, ambitious, determined.
When I was reflective, consumed in concern, accepting, still
Is my real self better likened to death or living. What is the substance of my ambitions if I am to remain still? What is the virtue in peace in flux my best self, my true self lives?
Waking up each morning with the desire to do everything, going to bed with the feeling there is too much to get done; philosophies of the energized and the fatigued respective.
When I am tired is when I ponder most, when it feels easiest to sit and lay with my thoughts, and yet when I am tired is when I find it harder to sit with myself. Dissappointment and pain have taken the chairs and we are left standing, waiting for the other person to move. Will I embrace my self, yet again, accepting who I am. Or for once will he join me on a run!
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