The beginning... or a beginning.

I've changed.  I can tell because my mind isn't the same as it was only a few years ago. I have different descriptions for the same things I still love and new reasons to love them. It's like looking into a reflection of a mirror when its at an angle, and then flipping the angle to the opposite, which provides a different view altogether.

While I can't say its for the worse, I can't particularly say its for the better. Because what is knowledge besides our own assessment of a reaction toward a mass of data? What I do love is this: We can all change: every perception, every reaction, and every critique of the aforementioned data... and who can judge us for that?

I like to think I'm moving forward and I really feel that I am. I used to be so closed off, (not more then a few months ago) but I have recently found a person within all the masks that I have tried to wear over the years, and what I've found has not only impressed me, but it scares the ever-living shit out of me. I have a thousand words, and stories I could use to gain an impression with you, or to try to show you credentials of how ever self important I am. For now, I simply refuse. You can decide what you must when it comes to this truest statement: I am me, nothing that was, and nothing that may become. Actualized self.

I've recently come to grips that my imperfections are exactly that. MY imperfections. Its when we can realize these and admit them: when we truly become beautiful.

These are only words. I am only me.

- Scott