I know I’ve got enough...

I think ... I'm going to be okay. All the no's, don'ts, shouldn't haves, the what ifs, what abouts, the complaints and the noise I make to soften the voices in my head ... all that doesn't change the fact that my manifestations seem to be coming to fruition. At least one way or another. Usually not quite how I fantasised about, but there wouldn't really be any fun if I were able to predict all the outcomes. I'm getting quite old. I know that soon the time will come when I'll have to let go of quite a few of my dreams. But I think that these beautiful things that I've got, will help me through it. They'll help me find my faith, and live a little while, until I die.