It’s almost a year…
Funny how time and life move in sync like some sort of dance.
Dance, it’s seemingly without intention.
More about movement to express oneself than a means to an end.
I dream of my life.
Lives.
The one I live, or attempt to live.
The ones I am yet to…
The ones I have lived, before and during this current “incarnation”
It’s almost a year into this new life.
A fatherless one.
Quite the experience. Learning to move, dance with time.
I recently had a spirited discussion with a person that I am sure is coming to terms with his own dance, it resulted in a ‘less than desired’ result.
That’s not ever my intention.
I don’t feel good about it.
I think often about reincarnation and becoming the best version for the self.
The Self.
I wasn’t (the best version) in that moment.
I know how I could’ve reconciled the issue better, but I didn’t.
I don’t feel guilty about it as much as I feel the weight of wasted opportunity.
I wasn’t wrong, but I definitely could’ve danced better.
These butterfly meditations, the eyes, the idea of seeing oneself flying, dancing, in this new body reincarnated from something else… this is my goal.
Many small acts and adjustments, movements to get to the me I want to be.
It is almost a year.
The marker is there to gauge my progress.
It’s there to commemorate my tribute to all that has come before me.
To honor Dad. (& Mom)
Somehow the weight is not allowing me to fly.
I will continue to make these tiny movements, dance, and I will check back in tomorrow.
Hopefully I have not wasted any more opportunities.