I don’t know if I ever imagined where I would be today.

If I had,

this wouldn’t be it.

But now that I know it’s not an entirely bad thing,

or a good thing,

it simply and only,

is.

Like anything else in life or anyone else in life,

you can only be.

And within my self I am (a) being.

Taking this life as I should,

slowly and softly.

I would hate to be anything else than what I am suppose to be.

And that is me.

And that is okay.