The Intersection of Anxiety and Anticipation.

I’m at the intersection of anxiety and anticipation. It seems like most of my life, for brighter days, I’ve been waiting. Every dream has somehow manifested itself as a nightmare. The love of my life called me Sampson, and when I slept she cut my hair. I left my neighborhood in search of a “better” life. While no one lived a life a crime, I only seemed to find deceit, treachery, and strife. I wanted to change the world by helping the youngest minds take shape. It’s hard to lead with love when the “leaders” are standing on your cape. I wanted to find the real me by running from the old version of who I once was. A real man isn’t what he wants to do, but what he does. I’ve done so many things that I’m not proud to mention. If life is indeed a school, I have spent an extraordinary amount of time in detention. I’m not hard or down on myself; I’m changing. Every scar, tear, and broken part of me is in the process of replacement or rearrangement. I have carried this tattooed cross on my back for far too long. I’m going to write a new verse, and I’m going to sing a new song. I’m tired of being tired, and I’m too tired to continue to wait. I’ve got an appointment with the real me, and I have no intentions on being late. The person that I hated the most was the very one that looked back at me in the mirror. I’ve learned to forgive him, and my feelings can’t get any clearer. I deserve joy, and I deserve peace. I deserve to be proud of me……..

This is how I feel this week. As always, this week do something for someone else without expecting anything in return. Also, if you get to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Patrick

One thought on “The Intersection of Anxiety and Anticipation.

  1. La Toya Grady March 4, 2018 / 9:28 pm

    I have an appointment with the real me…and I have no intentions to be late!!!!

    Speak on it Patrick!! Speak on it!!

    Your words and thoughts remain profound!!

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