I think about myself a lot. I think it’s too much to just call it “reflecting.”

Given how much danger there is in this world, it seems natural to keep my walls up and thickly guarded. I know how judgemental people can be because I analyze my own self like I’m looking for a piece of toast on the ocean floor.

When I remember all the gifts I have (family, friends, shelter, water, etc.), I feel my heart pound stronger and my internal engine rev up like a new race car. So life must be a matter of not getting distracted or pulled away from that feeling.

All the times in my life when I put myself out there, I was able to do it because there was a creative vision, all fears be damned.

Nobody asked me if I wanted to be born. Now I’m just breathing in and out. Born with the use of the usual senses. Very spectacular and confusing.