I'm a master of my own fate.

I'm a woman and I am great .

I'm a barber cutting my own hair.

I'm a grandmother without a rocking chair.

I'm a poet with no plot.

I'm the friend that they forgot.

I'm the best at what I do.

I'm the person that cares about you.

I'm a sister, an aunt, a cousin and a mother.

I'm a girlfriend, a companion, and someones lover.

I'm a certified technician in electronic technology.

I'm a certified professional in

Automobile archeology.

I have a degree in business,

And I'm good with my hands.

If you know about Virgo's,

I'm sure you understand.

I'm Servsafe certified and

I have managed many.

I have been married once,

and broke up with plenty.

I'm an author and illustrator that self published many books.

I became that because of my love for kids, no matter what it took.

“What you think, you become,” is sage advice

- that settles in your ear

- that lays dormant in your mind

- that holds on to its relevance

- that patiently waits to be followed

Because until that day arrives

- when you conscientiously decide it’s time

- when you take the necessary actions

- when you begin an uncharted journey

- when you put forth disruptive efforts

You’re really not thinking of becoming something,

you’re just daydreaming of becoming something.

“What you think, you become.” - Buddha

I have considered this quote for several mornings now, contemplating a direction to go with this prompt. I do not believe I have found a very good path forward with it, but neither have I “become it”, so there is that.

I think a lot about dogs, and have promised myself to do so even more in the future after finding this quote, in hopes of taking on their better, more loyal and intelligent character traits.

Ruff.

I also think a lot about tattoos... negatively, I must say. I can find no redeeming qualities in a tattoo, though I try, wanting to find one, as so many people are so proudly displaying them these days. (I have never seen a dog with a tattoo, for what that is worth. So see? I told you they were intelligent!) I have noticed that roughly 75-85% of young people and rednecks sport them, which I have decided is a good thing for society as a whole, as it makes it much easier to determine who are the high IQ people out there without having to bother conversing with any of them. It’s like that comedian says, “Here’s your sign!”

Since discovering this challenge, however, I am worried about the amount of time I spend concerning myself with the poor decisions of others, and fear that if The Buddha is right I might find myself plastered to some woman’s boob, or her ass someday, but then the naughty side of me thinks… wait! Would that be so bad? To be stuck forever to an ass, or a boob? And then I remember that yes, it would be so bad, as I next realize that I would be little more than a billboard on the ass or boob of a woman who has already disrespected her own body at least once, meaning I would likely have to suffer being suckled and slapped by a long train of tattooed men who are no wiser, and are probably even less wise, than the woman whose body I have the misfortune of being stamped upon. Eeee-gads, no!

Anyways, I’d best quit thinking about that. Pooky won’t like it.

And speaking of my Pook, I also think a lot about what will happen to her when I am gone, as I am no longer a kid. I am thankful to be one of those 15%-ers without a tattoo. Because of it I have had to sense to work hard, and to save. I have also invested what I saved, and those investments have grown, and I am happy that at least she wont have to worry about that. But what about all the other things that money can’t buy; things like companionship? And even simpler things than that, like how will she ever have a pickle on her hamburger without me, or empty the vacuum, or change out the soured hummingbird feeder water?

So, if The Buddha is right then, if I fixate long and hard enough on those things, does that mean I will be around forever for her? To open up the pickle jar?

At least it is a thought worth thinking, and worth becoming, even though it proves that not even The Buddha can be right about everything.

And on that note… is time to go feed the dog. The tattoo-less little guy has me trained well.

Ruff.

I was the world

I thought of the moon and stars

I thought of the raging sea

Lightning playing in a storm

The rocks in a river

The wind

I was of it and it me

Worthless

you gorgeous gal you

idiot fucking fucker

uniquely you better off dead

burden great friend

selfish

talentless

selfless

They come not in waves, that would suggest there is a semblance of order to these thoughts.

They come lightening fast, cracking my fragile equilibrium.

I don't think my mind was ever ready for... well... myself.

Like weeds they need no encouragement to plant their roots deep.

Then to bloom under the right circumstances. They like to come to me during any disappointment. They do not need an invitation.

open the door, pour the lies down my throat, make me dry heave regret.

Death comes to anyone gal. No one will remember.

And yet...

Sometimes the truth comes through when life is at its bleakest.

But what if they do? What then?

I Am The Source.

I Am one with the earth, and the endless sky.

The moon, the gentle breeze that blows by.

The swaying bluebells in the lush green grass.

The people smiling as they walk past.

A loving embrace, a soft gentle touch. I am everywhere, and nowhere, all at once!

My vibration is universal and love is the best there is.

It is better to conquer oneself than to win 200 battles!

I Am you and you are me. Let us unite in peace universally.

A smile is a lot more powerful than a frown.

A kind word can transform a moment, and leave imprints on your heart forever.

Just remember you can't ruin your course, it's you. You are the Source!

If I could have a goose that lays fabrege eggs

I may finally afford my robotic legs

I'll use these limbs to jump over the laws

That will allow me to afford retractable claws

I'll use them to scratch out the eyes of those in charge

Cause they refuse to accept or even see the damage they cause

And as I stand at the top of the rubble

Feeling triumphant but still sensing some trouble

I've lost myself and too many pieces of me

Im their weapon now and its all cause of greed

I watch as my parts do unspeakable things

The blood of the peasants never reaches the kings

Take me away from this living half death

Put a bullet in my brain cause its all I have left

I think,therefore, Im a thinker.

I eat,Therefore, im an eater.

I drink, Therefore, im a drinker.

I sleep,therefore, im a sleeper.

What am I?

Who am I?

I think,when i eat,drink and sleep.

if TikTok existed

at any point

when I was a teenager

I would have gone so hard with it

I once told a coworker

that I didn't own a smartphone

until my mid-twenties

and he said, so you just raw-dogged

all of college? But can you imagine

if I now told a Gen Z person that?

they would have an aneurysm

eating looks a lot like greed

but a hashtag to go with it?

I didn't suffer because of the internet,

I did that naturally, an inherent

serotonin deficiency

that followed me into the

grocery store and told me to leave

everyone is so quick to judge

and then they get angry

that you are not eating

and they are not skinny

like they're going through

the five stages of grief

as if you're dead already

I walked down a city street

people staring, so many eyes

focused on my body

which was disintegrating

a little boy stopped and stared at me

I've seen that face, in horror movies

his father turned him away

so he couldn't look at me

and I felt so accomplished

that I had become worthy, finally

it's all in your head, they said

as if I don't f*cking live there

with a ghost I gave a name to

when I was served dinner in my

grandparents' living room

and shoved the food down between

the couch cushions, and like a mirage

I saw sanity, but I was coming up empty

at sixteen, I lost my vision

temporarily; it had been two months

since I'd eaten anything

that wasn't a fruit or vegetable

and I crawled to the fridge

packed food into my mouth

until the light reentered my eyes

my eyes refocusing, but it

was still standing right in front of me

the ghost, the monster, the phantom

whatever stupid name

you want to give it, the one

everyone says is just you

causing problems, just

eat a hamburger already

the fact that this illness

is being encouraged on the internet

makes me sick, and I'm not

even a teenager, I'm recovered

which is the word they use

when a girl eats something

that is not the expectations of others

When all you've done is contemplate what you are you, lose the essence of being. After focusing so long on deciding who you want to be, you've sat so long in indecision that you've become just that. People fear what they might become if they lose their own influence, but our sense of self is just a collection of experiences in the first place, you've had no influence, you've had a perspective. It's what we make of this perspective what we can, and we can't deny the negative but we can't let it be our prespective.