Shoes

The ones which I have filled, those that I filled but fail, those that I've failed to fill. And as we grow older, they multiply, we've got more to fill, and they are bigger and more intimidating.

I don't know how I suddenly got pensive, but as I was squirming on my bed, unable to sleep with my biological clock still a mess from Euro, I found myself looking back a bit. Particularly at the the failed ones, and one very pointed and abject failure (in my book at least).

And it seems, as far as it is possible, that it is important that one just not jump into the roles life or circumstances may thrust upon us hazy. And on top of all of that, I guess how successful we are is very much based on how bold we are to extend what the scope of this roles may mean to us and at the same time try to do whatever it takes to fulfill it.

I guess things are a bit more complicated in that we keep adjusting the boundaries of such with our experiences. But I guess it is important that I have boundaries more definitive. As of now, it is a little too vague. So hopefully the fuzziness will ebb away and I'll be bold.

And I'm quite look forward to Monday.