If it isn't fame, then what is it?

If I am to reject society's Cubic zirconia, I must believe in some Diamond, some ideal for my life that fame doesn't compare to. I went for a walk to clear my head and heart of the social concerns that scramble their signals and fracture my sense of self. I wanted to think about nothing, more or less, but instead my head started thinking what my heart was feeling. I felt whole - young and old at the same time. I felt innocent, I felt that I understood what I needed to understand...in short, I remembered what my diamond looks like.

To be a child and an old person at the same time
To move forward without trying to get ahead
To comprehend the mystery in the mysterious
To be autonomous in society and civilized in nature
To be wise and innocent
For my greatness to be in my recognition of my smallness
For my pride and my humility to be one

life as a human

I wear my body like a shell

heavy on my soul

I can't always know or understand or feel

what I believe

sometimes the world presses in so hard on me

my body presses in so hard on me

even my mind presses in on me