I am, that Unfinished Sentence
about living in an uneasy “in-between” called transformation
growth lies in
the unfinished sentence
I am an unfinished sentence. I move between a constant wanting and yet I desire little. I also live within patience — just waiting, while still being decidedly impatient.
In essence, I reside in the troubled “in-betweens” of not knowing exactly what it is I am to do, in this lifetime, but yet having some certainty that things are always the way they ought to be.
I am an unfinished sentence. I am a square peg, refusing to ram into a round hole, because the possibility is something way larger than the mass in which that hole resides.
And it is for this immense probability that I hanker.
Yet, instead, I am caught fast in worldly consciousness. But still, I try to resist the allure of daily wealth seeking, which soon turns into money-grabbing and a persistent desire for material things.
I am an unfinished sentence. I am both uncomfortable with praise, but ambitious enough to desire it.
I am that perfect combination of sit and wait, but don’t hesitate; that exquisite composition of doubting but certain, doubting but certain, doubting but certain, yes, being rather uncertain that no doubt I will make it through yet another day like this one, and with my sanity intact.
I am an unfinished sentence. I teeter totter on the thin line between doing what I love and having to do what I hate. And better yet feeling inspired to move beyond the paradox of having no grand proposition, but still aspiring to one.
I am an unfinished sentence. I am no longer trying to be something that I am not, while also not knowing what I can truly become. So, I keep trying and will, surely, die trying, and trying, and trying some more.
And every time I trip and fall into despair, through so much mere trying, hope reaches in for me with alternatives, options, ideas for surviving — no, in fact — for thriving in yet another day.