My Way

I laugh in spite of myself. Always so serious, trying to force my life to happen MY WAY (Frankie S. had it right). That is the exact point in which it all unravels and I become undone. It’s when I stop and decide I am a loser and can’t figure out my life like I should be able to. I let it go for awhile, have a couple of glasses of wine, and beg a friend to listen intently as I droll on about how I can’t find the exact meaning of my life. Within a day or two, it happens. Hard to say exactly what it is, almost like a CLICK, you know, when everything falls into place? An epiphany is thrust upon me and suddenly I get it. I GET IT. With clarity I see my vision, my place, my truth, my potential. I rejoice. Then, I laugh. Viewing me like this is funny. It happens the same way, every time. If I could only see what I was in while I was in it, and I could consciously make the choice to release it, then my peace would come. It always does. Evolvement, I guess.