"EVERYTHING ABOUT NOTHING"

Here I sit pondering over thoughts that really shouldn't mean anything to me, but they do and there is nothing that anybody besides myself can do to change that. I am who I am and live as I choose to be. All my success and all my failure was brought upon by me and only me. I am that one guy who lives within the paper and is decorated by many colors of ink. I breathe the many flavors of air that is provided by the general public. I stand, walk, and run upon the surface that is walked upon and etched by every living being within the spherical boundaries of this earth. Consider me to be a person who endures the many faces of humanity as they are presented to me. Consider me to be an individual who chooses to create his own face from time to time as time continues to flow ever so gently, yet ever so rapidly in every direction except reverse. I am the driver of my vehicle and a passenger of all those close to me.

Temptations have yet to tempt me into becoming any more or any less that I wish to be. I voice my opinion and I sit in silence. I punish myself for stupidity and reward myself for intelligence. Even so, I must ask myself, "Do I have control over myself?" What is the definition of control? Control may be my ability to handle my emotions and display my personality as I desire, but accidents happen, explosions occur, weeds grow, clouds darken, and I may fall. That is where I have to find the zest to go on and fight the flames. A stance must be taken so when the earthquake hits I remain standing with a big grin on my face. If that's what it means to have control, then control is what I have.