Nothing in this great big world is perfect. There are shades of acceptance and satisfaction and, with the proper conditioning, we can learn to live in the worst of situations. We can also remember how to want more. I’ve been remembering what my life was like before I came to be in Arizona. At times I drift further back into the past and recall what I wanted and needed out of life. I think it is extremely important to remember what you wanted to be before life got in the way. Perhaps the memory can help you recapture some semblance of that purpose.
I wanted to make a difference. It’s vague, I know. I wanted to matter in some meaningful way. I think that is why when teaching found me I didn’t put up much of a fight. I still mean to make a different, and rewinding into my past often reminds me of all of the important things I wanted to do and be in pursuit of that goal. I’m not too old to live out those dreams.
Not yet.