I’ll never be what I could have been, but that’s not really important because I am what I want to be.
You never figure life out. Why it flows the way it does. Why certain things happen at certain times…both the bad and the good. Why we end up being, what we end up being.
I wanted to be somebody. After all the years of wanting, I finally figured out I am.
I’m somebody’s husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle…I’m somebody’s friend, somebody’s confidant.
That’s all I got to be. All I really want to be. All the other stuff is just superficial. Everything else is not as important.
So I’ll keep on being me and the people who matter will understand.