Law of Potential
I would like to claim pure composure, a polished style, charming and convincing in its presentation, but it is time now only to excercise patience and slow ripening. There is charm, after all, in the early murky stages of development, in that curious desire to become interesting.
My potential lies with my blurred sense of limitation. When I can finally see my own bounds, I can find intention, focus on the goal; I can stop trying to account for everything that I might become; I can start to deny influence, in all its various forms. Until then, possibility rules the day, full of hope and burden.