A Vision of Change

Change can be so unclear at times. In the back of my mind I can see what and who it is I want to become. Sometimes that vision is a bit blurred by the lens of whom or what I thought I was or whom or what I think that I am. In the brevity of moments on “good” days that vision crystalline clear. You see, once that image becomes clear my mind’s eye begins to well with tears that distort that image.

Sometimes the tears are of anger from the knowing that I've taken myself further away from that vision, and sometimes, but not often enough, the tears are of the joy that comes from knowing that I am inching slowly toward the becoming.

Sometimes I’m not alone in this vision, there is someone else standing at my side. And sometimes the tears come from knowing that this is not the reality in which I exist.

The thing about sometimes is that it lies somewhere between now and then  - which is not a place anyone should linger if they hope to ever find the clarity of whom and what they are, and whom it is that is actually beside them overcoming their own tears.

A real change doesn't happen sometimes, it happens now, which is a point and time beyond tears where you see and accept yourself becoming who and what it is that you hope to be.