The Journey of a Young Man Towards Renewal

The road rushes by, almost too quickly to absorb

A stream of hope, moments, and change

It promises renewal and fresh beginnings

Carefree yet cautiously embraced

Not just the journey, but the outcome

The yearning and fulfillment of existence

Of uplifting the spirit and mind

Of self and selfishness intertwined

The car's voice serenades me

Its melody both comforting and rough

A singular, entrancing tune

Lulling me into a state of drowsy ease

As the flowers lining the path invite tranquility

My thoughts meander, fluid and submerged

Heavy, slow, desired yet unconscious

I find myself drifting into serene uncertainty

A fortunate jolt pulls me back from my wandering thoughts

As reality reasserts its presence

I ponder: What to contemplate? What to manifest in this moment?

My mission. The purpose of the journey. The Change

The myriad possibilities ahead, cloaked in uncertainty

That both thrills and frightens the person I once was

The person I will soon leave behind

Withering, self-conscious, closed off

Lacking the interest of others

Alienated from my own self

A remnant of the past, flowing beneath me

A river of sand coursing through a barren desert

Unwanted thoughts, conversations, mere existence

Present yet empty. Empty yet full of life.

My existence has been such, burdened by my own choices.

But now, The Change.

A blossom emerging from a harsh, lifeless shell

That is who I am.

A soft cloud born from air

That is who I will become.

Evolving and transforming in this moment

Caterpillar into Butterfly. Shadow into Light.

The soul's liberation to shape emptiness into existence

This is my fate. It is necessary and longed for

It is wished upon, yet perpetually just beyond reach

I am like the transition from winter's death to spring's birth

Driven by the allure of beauty

Of self-acceptance and belonging

To embody the grace of love and wholeness

As I’ve mingled with those around me

Yet always a step apart

Isolated from life and its trivialities

An island of flesh, thought, and pain.

Time flows as a Sequoia, unfazed by a buzzing fly

A life of countless moments lived in blissful ignorance of madness

Majestic, grand, and formidable

Above yet part of its world

Grounded and Free

A paradox, I think. Yet it exists as such

I envy the fly and the tree. But change looms on the horizon

And change I will into the being I yearn to become.

I awaken once more

I sense the tension and vibrance of my destination

A vast expanse of distance and light awaits

Fields and structures. Waterways and paths.

Delicate strands of spider silk

Gracefully connecting from pole to pole

Comforting my restless mind

Restoring peace and stability.

Opportunity has delivered my notice for transformation

To pass this by without thought would be reckless and harmful

To leave behind the remnants of my former self

All that has caused me torment and pain

To sculpt myself as I envision

Not as others have molded me

Lifeless and devoid of hope, merely a shadow of existence.

Now, after years of desolation, only hours separate me from my true self

New faces and conversations

New beginnings

Not fabricated but genuinely aligned and cultivated

To present my new self to this unfamiliar world

A spaceship approaching a distant planet of unknown inhabitants

Stepping forward, showcasing the best of me while downplaying the lesser.

I am the Change.