Vulnerable

In having experiences, the only thing we can do is take from them the upfront as well as the hidden messages buried deep inside like a sarcophagus in a tomb. Some of which we won't quite understand for long periods of time while others will be right in front of our faces almost as if written in some sort of detailed lesson plan.

The people we meet will give their opinions based on the ideas and experiences they have had and the lives they have lived. And sometimes I have found that the hardest part of every new feat is trying to decipher the messages others try to say and decoding the unspoken but understood details. 

On this stage I know what's me. I know what I want to be and where I want to go. Sometimes I feel the need to be greater. To be known and to leave my mark. I worry that I don't do enough and that I am not enough. I have this inner competition which I feel that someday is going to drive me mad and even though I am proud of the person I am, vulnerability sneaks its way in like a snake in the night. While feeling exposed is frightening, I have decided that I do not mind it as much as others do and I love the emotion that runs inside my crimson veins.