A Stream of Consciousness
They come forward, but do not see me. Cars and people zipping past.
I am alone to my thoughts, fears and excitement.
Here, I am happy.
I was told as a child that you do not become what you want to become, instead, you become what is meant for you.
I thought this testament was too vague. I want to be what is meant for me but also want what I want.
This can be accomplished, I thought.
I stand on a bridge. looking out over the cement veranda and wonder deep into my own conscious.
I believe in success.
The air is cool and crisp as it whips past my face. I stand, bundled in three coats, listening to my breaths. With my hands pressed against the railing of the bridge, I look out over all of the passing people and cars. I am excited and nervous about being in such a big city all alone. I keep breathing. I let go of the cold stone rail and expose my fingertips to the open air. The wind surrounds my body. It is only when I take a step back that I feel the freedom of being alone. Free from safety nets and judgment. I do not need to lean on anything when objects and threats are coming toward me. I have had people and their ill intentions threaten my well being, my future and success. I understand what it is like to have set backs. But those do not matter anymore. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can hear the heartbeat of the city. It is alive. At this point, I know I can accomplish what I want without anything holding me back. What I want is to be happy and successful and this is where I will start.
