I am me, I am what I am, I can be better or worse than what I think I am. My purpose is to be happy, to love in what I do and those around me. I must value myself as I find value in others.  I value the good over the bad, strength over weakness and weakness over oppression.  I must protect others to protect the value I find in life.   I find myself weak and tearful, with emotion I know not where it comes from.  It just does. Decisions are made in seconds and rationalized in agony only later, or lauded in fame.  If I close my eyes, enjoy the offerings of the moment, it comes to me, visions of something, not a dream, not real, yet with form in mysterious settings such as to be real. I am fearful I cannot connect with what is perhaps waiting for me to arrive.