A Life of my own

Almost 35 years has passed, and I still don't have anything or anyone save ME.

I feed myself. I clothe myself. I travel with myself most of the time. It's been good so far. A while back, I started reaching out and seeing other people, tried to connect, make new friends, do things together, etc., and it felt good as well. Two nights before 35, I realize it's nice to be at home and be quiet, be away from the disappointments, frustrations, expectations, and complications of interpersonal relationships with other human beings. The loner in me is still a very strong part of my Psyche, and it's okay to be alone sometimes. I, like any other person I know, can fail, change my mind, flake out, not care about others, frustrate and disappoint, abandon and neglect, ignore and take lightly the things that can be valuable and have prolific potential.

But no one really thinks of taking anything away from us but ourselves. We are our own best friend and enemy. I am the same person, who continues to procrastinate going to photography school, not engaging in my creative pursuits, and I will be the only one responsible for putting myself in situations that make me unhappy. So what am I going to do about this?

Two days later at 35, I will rid myself of excess emotional baggage, physical clutter in my flat, unfruitful relationships, and mindless spending. I will live a life of my own: my own doing, my own thinking, my own making, my own loving. I will lay out a plan that works for me, and not on things that disappoint or weigh my journey down. I will pursue my passions, give my heart and soul to my highest potential, and be the best I can be. I will live out that which I was born to be.

I will feed myself. I will clothe myself. I will travel with myself. I will walk the path of my dreams.

At the end of the day, I will go home to ME.