Tuesday, October 27, 2009

this windy city

I can only be what I am in this moment.
The sum of parts -- fragmented to days, weeks, and years that have become me.
Maybe this isnt where I'm suppose to be heading but today, at this very second, is the place I stand.



The past is never remembered as it was. The future is never sure. Failure is only guaranteed when my steps are too far ahead of the right now.  I take a breath. And another. And surely, I remember, this is where I want to be. This is how I'm living.

1 comment:

  1. enny, i love this. i like how it can speak about so much about our lives now in so few words.

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