It’s not what you have; it’s what you have with you. You may own several umbrellas, but unless you have one handy when it rains, none of them are useful. Your degree(s), that camera, the skills you have developed over the years, are things you possess, but unless they are put to use they do not serve your current purpose. Some of us travel lightly through this life, taking only what is believed to be needed at the time. Others are better prepared for whatever they encounter. Only you can decide to use what you have, or use what you can.
I could write about my buoyant mood or fluctuating state of optimism. My will and my wishes could easily show a plan or a goal, or even inner vision. Yesterday’s gentle memories or today’s unattributed sense of satisfaction, are considerable enough to allow the pencil some action. I could think of those things, and cherish them all, but in simpler form a flower says it all.
Often, occasionally, sporadically, even spontaneously, I make mistakes. They happen naturally: a missed word or apostrophe, my mind gets moving and I fail to see the errs of my ways, or errors throughout the day. It is, or was, or has been when I write or what I say. Incidentally or accidentally, it goes without saying, but the fact remains I make mistakes. Every day. We learn from our mishaps, or should anyway, we try to improve and continue to count the ways. What we do and how we behave counts for a lot. My eraser rubbed raw by attempts and change, I continue to make mistakes. Forgive me please when my thoughts go amiss, and remember I am human amidst this confusion or corruption we all experience. I make mistakes, I may fail or fall, yet remain myself, flaws and all.
