A Disheveled Tint, Rosette’s.

As I sit here in the dark, listening to my refrigerator hum, I cannot help but feel sad.

• Sad because of the potential some of the people I know have locked within – potential that through self-doubt or lack of willpower will never be realized.
• Sad because they’re willing to settle for less, for almost, for mediocre.

The worst part of all is that they don’t even notice.  It chills me to the bone to realize that I might be just like them – too blind to realize that my actions and decisions are ultimately irrelevant.

The word “will” comes up over and over and I am reminded of my 7th Grade Spanish teach Mr. DeWall who said, “When you say ‘I will’ you are expressing a special part of what it is to be Human.  Your will is your own, and when you say ‘I will’ you are saying that you personally will something to be done.  The only person that has an impact on your will is you, therefore you have nobody to blame but yourself if your will fails.”

The only way I can set my mind at ease is to tell myself that I am working towards a real possibility.  I want to be President of the United States.  I will be President of the United States.  I will it.

See you at the top.

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The title of this post is an anagram – the first person to discover the actual title, and let me know in an email, wins a prize.  I suppose a comment would work too!

UPDATE: The anagram was “This doesn’t deserve a title.”

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