Honesty

I am the dream, the biology, and the reality, all mixed up together.

The stories come into my head. I write them down and they change the next day, but the dreams are the same until they are shattered. Then like eggs filled with new life they grow again.

And underneath it all is the force that carries these thoughts and hopes, fears and dreams, my life force. This body with its own challenges and needs, it’s own drives to carry on in ways as ancient as time, shoulders the burden of living as best it can.

I am a whole being. I’ve always been one and I am pretty sure I will continue on this way until the day I die. I am wiser than I was at twenty five, but not really all that different in most ways. My heart still soars and breaks. Only the shell becomes thinner, weaker, opening, I suppose, the way for learning new things every day.

As a child I needed the protection of something heavier and stronger, but now, as the rest of me becomes stronger, I can afford to be less on the outside, because there is so much more on the inside.