Who'd you say I was? I've kinda forgotten. I thought I had a handle on it, but it somehow got away again. Just when the fog lifts and the horizon can be seen, evening descends and everything gets dark again. So tell me again, who am I?
I know, this is sorta weird. When you get to be my age, you pretty much have an idea of who you are. Too bad there aren't so many possibilities ahead. But still, there are possibilities. There are dreams in my head and in my heart and I still believe that miracles do happen.
I heard someone singing the song. I Gotta Be Me, just a little while ago. I guess that is what started this bit of introspection. I remember hearing that song when I was a teenager. Sammy Davis Jr. Imagine. I was struggling with who I was and what I wanted to be when I grew up. Funny, I think I have spent my whole life trying to figure that out. Its not to late. I can still figure it out. I can still be me and have it all. Yep.
So, now, tell me, who did you say I was? I guess I wasn't listening. Or, no, maybe I was. And maybe I thought, wow, maybe they are right! Who am I to be "me". Maybe they know something I don't. No, not you. You are a someone I trust or I wouldn't be writing this here and now. No, I respect your opinion and in the end, whoever you say you think I am only helps me define for myself who I REALLY not. This, not that, a little of that, more of this, none of that. Bits and pieces, impressions and reactions. They all form a picture in my mind of who I am. And the mirror, you, doesn't lie. Thanks for being my mirror. I think I see clearly now. I think I remember who you said I am.
I know, this is sorta weird. When you get to be my age, you pretty much have an idea of who you are. Too bad there aren't so many possibilities ahead. But still, there are possibilities. There are dreams in my head and in my heart and I still believe that miracles do happen.
I heard someone singing the song. I Gotta Be Me, just a little while ago. I guess that is what started this bit of introspection. I remember hearing that song when I was a teenager. Sammy Davis Jr. Imagine. I was struggling with who I was and what I wanted to be when I grew up. Funny, I think I have spent my whole life trying to figure that out. Its not to late. I can still figure it out. I can still be me and have it all. Yep.
So, now, tell me, who did you say I was? I guess I wasn't listening. Or, no, maybe I was. And maybe I thought, wow, maybe they are right! Who am I to be "me". Maybe they know something I don't. No, not you. You are a someone I trust or I wouldn't be writing this here and now. No, I respect your opinion and in the end, whoever you say you think I am only helps me define for myself who I REALLY not. This, not that, a little of that, more of this, none of that. Bits and pieces, impressions and reactions. They all form a picture in my mind of who I am. And the mirror, you, doesn't lie. Thanks for being my mirror. I think I see clearly now. I think I remember who you said I am.
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