the other night i was looking up at my ceiling. i saw the air conditioning vent and i could see that there was two different sections. one that would circulate air to the left, and one that would circulate it to the right. separate chambers for air to come out of, yet when it comes out, it all gets mixed into the atmosphere and no one would have ever known it came from separate parts.
when i think about what i want to do - what i want to be - my definition in life - i think about that vent. i don't want what i do to just be mixed into the atmosphere. i want to be the person that screws up the flow of things. i want to be different. i want to start something that won't get finished. start something that will never end in the way of change.
i'm at this total freeing point in my existence. i have no husband. i have no kids. i have nothing holding me back from being what i want to be.
i made my dad this birthday card and it said that the name "dad" seemed so simple compared to what he is and does on an every day basis. i then proceeded to describe him as what he was.
what is my definition? oh God, please don't let it be simple.
1 comment:
You are profound! What an amazing writer you are! Have you read Blue Like Jazz? I'm reading it right now and it's pretty great, well - at least makes you think about religion and Christianity. Joy you are a sweet-heart and I hope that all's going well with you. Besos! Lisa
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