Sitting here, coffee in hand.
Staring out to the falling drizzle. It is a day for reflection on who I am and how I became this person. Days like this make you reflect. Think of the demons fought in the inexperienced years when I knew nothing but accepting temptation and making the aftermath all about my needs in life. The memories are vague of back then. Spotty images of people met that felt the wrath of my selfish outlook on my habits. It was all embraced. The meant streak that defined me. Thinking of the turning point in my evolution of a person and the long path it would take of rebuilding and reinventing, believing in a better, calmer way. Years of creating a new reputation while accepting that others would look at me only one way. I look at those times fondly and without burning regret as those necessary moments makes pieces of who I am. Now each step has a long conversation so I can take the right turn and not be the person I was. That way the path is not soiled with impulse emotions. It Is not dwelling but healing and feeling the person I did not like. The time will always be taken for the reflective long conversation. October 7, 2016 © Andrew Scott - Just a Maritime Boy 2016
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