The step.
The steeper step. The next and bigger step. Irrefutably the step where I can’t turn my back on my life. What’s left of it is made (real) by the concrete moments made by the truth I am. The recent ones are made of successive discoveries, evolutions, enhancements and other subtypes of the desired me.
This is about me, my goals and achievements. I want to run, swim, ride, race, travel while being aware, kind, friendly, arrogantly insightful and intelligent, resourceful, present, notable, odd…This is also about the ones around and their shared composite intimate construction. I want them to want me. Simple.
I am what I am for what exists around me is only the truth.