Why …

Why …
Why am I in this chair?
Why does he do that?
Why did she do that?
Why am I broke?
Why am I cold?
Why don’t I go get a sweater?
Why am I broke for doing what I love?
Why am I sinking further for other people?
Why don’t they care about what I love?
Why turkey and cranberries?
Why is higher education assumed but not assisted?
Why does salvation have an army?
Why does Bush have an army?
Why do civilians have Hummers?
Why do other people think I’m overreacting?
Why am I still in this chair?
Why am I not who I am in my head?
Why don’t I do what I want?
Why don’t I know what I want?
Why am I so confused?
Why do I ask so many questions?
Why am I not making declarations?

I want to cry less and laugh more.
I want to act.
I want to write.
I want to direct.
I want friends to smile when they think of me.
I want my family to think of me as a man.
I want to be financially free.
I want to be internally free.
I want to be eternally free.
I want to travel.
I want a home.
I don’t want to want.

I laugh a lot.
I act.
I write.
I direct.
I hope my friends smile when they think of me.
I hope my family thinks I’m a man.
I am financially free.
I am internally free.
I am eternally free.
I travel.
I have a home.
I don’t want for anything.
And for that …
I’m thankful.

Namaste