It's funny.

Like one morning you just wake up knowing who you are. The person you've become. The obstacles you overcame to get where you are today.

Knowing who you want to be. Regrets. The untamed mind. The thoughts that you don't speak of to anyone. The fears or the happiness. Everything you want to change in order to touch the person you barely remember being.

It's funny how I am standing in unfamiliar territory... looking into a mirror..... an image of me so very far away. I see the greenery and the life. The birds and the sky. The mountains. But then I look down at my feet. Sand. Course, dry, desert sand. The mirroring image of me, is someone I can't be.

Someone I lost.

To get to where I have to be.

Onward...

Knowing the meaning and context of change is such a different feeling.

The old me didn't know the depths and effects of the word.

Today I face its practicality. Its definition. Its shape.

Today I hold the ropes knotting me to the person I used to be.... and I feel the urge to grab dull scissors to snap her off, because she's holding me back from facing greater mountains, greater jungles, greater rivers.

Change is using its magnetic forces to pull me onward.

I have no control.

And I am getting used to that feeling, of having no control.

It's like a harsh wind.

And I'm growing so used to it. So used to it, that I am beginning to love it.

To love the high.
To love the deep.
To love the low.