[In order to better understand my self I usually pose questions and known statements to provoke philisophical insight. This, however, was merely a bi-product of that, written when my english teacher asked us to draw up a rough draft for our college essays last year.]
I am complicated. Yet no one knows me better than I do. I can trace my story; and yet I can hardly interpret it. I do not know whether it is internal confidence that stops me, or an unsolved inability. I can’t say I know what I really want, and yet I can tell you what I love. I am built out of ambivalence. I have been asked to boast, and even in that I cannot progress. I have been told that my time is short and I have little time to act, and yet I feel as if I can't act without all the time in the world. My seas are raging, with waves and foam obscuring the horizon.
So what do I do? Will calmer waters come?
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...We are not sorcerers and we cannot dictate the water’s flow. Those looking for calmer waters best grab a paddle.
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