May 21, 2007
Wherever we go, whatever we do, one thing remains constant; we always take our self with us. There’s no escaping that. I like change. I love the feeling of freedom, shedding the old and starting fresh. Not everyone feels this way. For many, all security is tied to the fragile persona of yesterday’s must-haves, built one upon the other. For them, today is a combination of past accusations and tomorrows promises. Possession defines them. Me; I possess myself. For me, past means past, gone, finished. Surety, lies in the knowing self; having faith, trusting, knowing I can count on me.