Being what I was promised, something.

I'm not a leader, I'm too different for that. I'm not a follower, I always see how someone could've done it better. I feel I am just now being born, even though it has already happened sixteen years ago. The mush inside my head is starting to make things. So for my past, I have no words except "I've been everywhere, yet picked up nothing." Though for my future. My gut tells me every day, you will be something. In response, I have subsided my tobacco addiction for something a little longer lasting. Self-Improvement. If I don't pick up a skill I didn't know about the day before, I feel wasteful. With my addiction to self improvement comes a plan, a plan fluctuating like water in a cup. Though just like water is still water, my plan is still the same. Be something, inspire lives. Specifics I can not say, for the day after it would be a lie. That's my journey. Be something more, and decide I've done enough the day before I die.