So, here I sit looking at a blog about a project that has for the most part stalled, due in most part to the fact that real life must continue on, and I have one question burning in my chaotic mind.
Who do I think I am?
A simple question, and one that is not unique to the human race. Everyone, at some point, has asked themselves this question. Everyone, at some point, has answered this question. It is within these answers that each person can discover a piece of the truth about what is involved with being human.
Take a moment, reflect on that truth. Is it glorious, life affirming? Is it mundane or cliche? Is it downright scary? Do we collectively need to make appointments to see therapists?
For me, there was a time when I would answer the question in a near delusional fashion. I thought, at one time, that I was destined to be important. A world-changer. Famous or infamous, I would be known. Now I recognize and accept the truth; the honest to goodness, down to earth, undeniable truth. Even more alarming, personally, I have to admit that it might just be better this way.
I am nobody special, and someone special.
So, as I sit here looking at this blog about a project that has for the most part stalled, I release a sigh, think about the little things I want to accomplish today, and smile.