A Nobody.

I don't claim to being anybody. I am just an ordinary being. A nobody. Being ordinary, I feel happy and sad, elated and downtrodden, at various times in my life.

I have expectations and dreams. I have failings and dejection.

I have faith and I have weaknesses.

I have revelations, rejections, reprisals, reprimands, rebuttals, rejoices.

In writing this blog, I have had discoveries, dismays, delusions, distant-ness, devotion.

I am someone. To myself. To those who love me, perhaps, I pray.

I am sad, for many reasons, I won't tell. Sadness is part of my being. I exist because there is always something missing. If we have everything, we will not continue to dream, then we live no more.

I wish I understood clearly.