At least I'm looking...

I think I'm starting to really like the person I see in the mirror. I have grown, learned from my mistakes, and against every prediction, become an adult - or at least a close interpretation of one. I can see things more clearly, for what they are, not distorted by fantasy or panic. I am calmer, and more aware of my surroundings, with the capacity to grasp and be susceptible to the feelings of other people. I feel content with the journey I am on, and the possibilities it may still provide. I haven't given up, I haven't given up even a little - I am simply quieter and more subtle with my ambition. The statue of us that I mould day after day, seems to take a different form each full moon, yet every time I look upon it, I smile, because I see something beautiful. Perhaps not eternal, not indestructible, but in this moment in time, exactly what I need. Who knows what shape it will take next or what awaits us just around the corner, for the true magic is not really caring, but trying to cherish the tangible, the real, the now.