Sometimes I wonder who I am. I seem to much like a product of unimportant moments and scattered thoughts.

I don’t think I even really now what I believe in. Everything in my mind seems to take equal priority, or at least priority of the moment. Morals, beliefs, dreams, hopes, and momentary inspiration all flow seamlessly and unending. I feel lost, like I just can’t grasp myself. I keep searching, but who am I?

Time keeps passes at varying speeds, all slipping away. I feel like I’m wasting my chance, my life; to do with what I will right? Only I’ve never been clear on what it is I want to do with it. My life has become a compilation of decisions to seemingly trivial choices. I spend my days trying to wake up and make my life my own, a product of conscious choice and action. I’ve let far too much of my life happen, a lacking of choice and action. I want so badly to do more, be more. There is a saying ” path to hell is paved with good intentions”, I understand that well now, too well. My interpretation is the hell your good intentions lead you to is the life you must lead when all you’ve had are good intentions.

I do not intend to let intentions and avoidance be my life’s body of work any longer. This is the motivation for my writing. Through poems and expressions of my thoughts I hope to come to know myself better and hopefully inspire others to think and act outside the daily monotonous tasks.