When I was younger I was rough around the edges, but I had strong ideals and I had my own voice. I had something important to do and I was going to make my mark on the world, although I really had no clue at all what it was.
Slowly over time those rough edges and strong ideals wore away into smoother surfaces like stones in a river I have been polished down and refined.
Although I am wiser, and probably better off because of it, I sometimes wonder if I have simply grown complacent. So used to routine and into my own life that I stopped standing up for the things I once was passionate about.
I hope not.
