anyways, there is this thought / emotion that has been filling and moving me lately. Its not so much of a dream of being in a distinct physical place, but more of an emotion racking my mind and body.
Time to go. what i have done here, or to this point is not bad or even substandard. But its purpose has been fulfilled. My time here has ended. Its time to fly away. Some of you may be asking yourself, "He's in the Marines, where the hell does he think he is going to go?".
In boot camp they would always tell us that the stuff we did was a competition against the other platoons, to "encourage" us to do better. I always had trouble with that because that is not the way i approached things in my day to day existence. Rather if I find that I have to compete, I am already in trouble. That is to say, that when I walk in the room, when I show up, when I enter into the equation then the equation changes and I am the defacto winner. I like to think of myself as the person who changes the equation. As when I show up, the problem whatever it may have been is now as good as solved. yeah its a stuck-up attitude to have. But then it served me well for about 10 years, dont ask why I moved away from it.
But now it is time to return to dominance.
Times up, time for me to stand back up, I have slept long enough.
Time to dance.
Time to fly.
My sister recently reminded me that everything happens for a reason. She could not have been more correct....