Somewhere Maybe

Somewhere out in the vast sea of knowledge and random crap is where I stand. I'm the one on the small island with a palm tree as my only friend. I am alone and trying to make sense of what washes up on shore and trying to figure out how to survive the rising waters. What happens when the island disappears? Will someone be there to save me or will I drown out here alone where know one knows if I'm alive or dead?

I will figure this out.

The crossroads is coming and my car has lost its breaks with the accelerator stuck to the floor. My choices are numbered and infinite possibilities that once excited me now terrify me.

Don't let me crash.

Negativity and darkness are swirling around them but I am King Arthur and I have my Excalibur. Hopefully, I know how to wield it when I need it so that I don't get killed. The bumps and bruises are a testament to my trials along the way but this is the precipice of something new and unknown. Do I even want to fight it?

I will be positive.

How did Juliet know that Romeo was the one for her? How did any of the Disney princesses know for sure that he was the one? Why did they not falter when their parents didn't support them in their love (where applicable)? If he makes me happy, if he makes my heart sing, if he is tender and gentle, why would anyone ignore these qualities? Why would you doubt my choice?

I choose him.

Cinderella slaved away day and night to please her step family, African slaves transported to the Americas worked sometimes to their deaths to please their masters, Maids get paid to slave away, immigrants get paid to be your slave (even if it isn't very much). If you wish to find one of these to please you then let me help you find one but I do not fit any of these molds.

I will not bow.

The leaves are changing. Red, Yellow, Brown, Green. The air smells of the coming chill of winter carried on the breeze that is whispering of adventures yet to be had in the swirling colors. This Indian Summer can't last forever, Jack Frost will remind us of it soon enough. For now, there are pumpkins to carve, costumes to wear, cider to be drank and apples to be enjoyed. Not to mention the great array of people who gather to enjoy your company while you enjoy theirs.

I am changing.

Whether you believe as I do or you follow another path, remember always that you are who you are because of the situations that made you. You grew according to what you were given and the choices you made. It is up to you to see or not see what you have been given.

Brightest of Blessings.