The Mistake I Was

Sometimes I feel like there was a mistake somewhere in my life, that I was really meant to be somewhere else, to be someone else, but instead I wound up here.

Other times I feel like I was someone else's mistake, that because they met me, or because I interfered in someway, no matter how big or how small, I messed up that person's life.

Then I realize that I'm asumming fate is real, which is not how I like to think.

We all make choices, of our own free-will. It's these choices that bring us where we are as we are. And no matter what happens, no matter what anyone chooses, there are no wrong answers, no mistakes.

If we are friends, it is because we chose to be so. If we are enemies, it is because we chose to be so. If I do something to upset you, it is because I chose my path, and you chose to care enough to be upset. And vice-versa.

I choose to offer help, in any way shape or form, to anyone who wants is, who needs it. There are no strings attached to my help, no conditional statements. This is not an offer to one, but to all. This is not because I think you need help, but because I think that somewhere down the line, everyone wants help, and if you want help, you need it.

I choose to make myself better. I have decided that I have not lived to my potential, and I wish to rectify this. I choose to be free. I choose to be happy with what I have and what I lack, because if ever something comes along and adds itself to my 'have's then it's just icing on the cake.

I think I should blog less, because when I fail to do it for many days at a time, I always come back with something to share, instead of just blogging for the sake of shouting into the vastness of the internet and hoping someone hears.

I am standing on a cliff. Below me is a river, rushing voilently. An eagle soars above my head and lets out a cry. A breeze swoops past me, whipping my hair into my face. The sun is setting at my back and my guitar rests on my foot. As I gaze into the heavens to glimpse the first few stars, I see you, all of you, picture perfect in the sky. Where ever I go in this world, you go with me.