To my Unrealized Potential,

It is you I fear most. Like the stars, you seem so far, yet you permeate into my very senses, limited as they are, seemingly becoming a reality. A reality far from my reach and yet, I think, I might lasso you beside me at any given moment without concerted effort. Like a shadow, an intangible manifestation of self, but not of self-past, the rosy prospect of self yet to come. I wait for the day of transformation into this new self, the one just out of reach, but that I’ve not made effort to birth. As if longing for the old to molt in a natural process without the acceptance that such an evolution is in my very control. Not just a victim of happenstance; with a potential so unlimited, and yet the stars remain un-lassoed still, for failed effort is more painful than potential, unrealized. That is, until the end of days, when dread and regret creep into my cracks, beyond repair. If only nature had completed its work in me. When change is the only certainty, surely it isn’t my responsibility to will my own transformation into existence. I was who I was supposed to be because fear was always a part of me.

But wait…

…with the end not yet here, perhaps instead, might I accept this newfound revelation that I might forge my own destiny? What better to do with this fear of what is now an unaccepted potential that has branded me than to allow it to catapult me into my greatest self?…

…Yes! No longer shall inaction be my fate! My journey will start with the next right step and, one step at a time, will take me amongst the stars that have taunted me and, until now, always been one famed moment out of my reach. Time, she is a mysterious thing. With each tick-tock, she’s distanced me from what might be until setting forth that I might live and breathe through her, without simply waiting for her to stop.

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