I used to want to be someone else.
smarter,
stronger,
successful.
I lusted after other’s lives.
I lived vicariously,
and felt empty.
Then, I began to see behind the curtain.
What I thought was success often hid
broken relationships, selfishness, and unhappiness.
So I took a new look inside.
I wanted to see what it was like to be...me.
I began to imagine myself--
10 years in the future.
I asked,
“What does he do?”
“What does he care about?”
“How does he show love?”
“What does he feel like every day?”
“What is his reason for living and loving?”
I shifted the wanting,
and started
becoming.
Is it time to shift the wanting
and start becoming?