I used to want to be someone else.
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.
“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,
Is it time to shift the wanting
and start becoming?