Ok, I am not a flake but I learned something cool that sounds flaky.

A true story...

As I was walking across my mind. Everywhere I looked I saw threads, some thin and distant, some thick and near.  Some of the threads were vibrant and beautiful, others twisted black and oily, they were everywhere, all around me, more than I could count, and no two the same.

When I touched a thread, I knew it.  Everyone was an experience in my life, a thought, a feeling, a belief.  The strong, attractive, and meaningful threads were my best parts of my life, some where my values, some were my dreams, some were my nightmares, or petty feelings.

I followed the direction that they seemed to be heading and I came to where they all joined together in what appeared to be a ball woven of all these different threads.  Imagine a huge ball of yarn, made up of every imaginable thread, string, rope, in every color and kind possible.  I as I looked at the ball I was disatisfied.  I did not like how everything was coming together.

I decided to remove a thread or two from the weave, some of those threads made the pattern look wrong, or corupted.  I reached for a particularly dreadful strand, twisted, dark, and ugly.  As my fingers touched these corutped strands, I was experiencing the truama's of my youth, the pain and suffering I had endoured as a child.

I swear to you in that moment I tetered on the edge of disater, flirted with insanity and almost dared myself to pull away the ugly strand and to fix the weave, make it as it should be in my mind...I froze in panic at the realization of what I was about to do.  I realized that I was about to unravel the fabric of my life

I let go of the strand in the realizition that everything in that weave helped to keep it together. From the dark and twisted, to the bright and beautiful.  I realized that I wanted the weave to be imperfect, that was me, with all my faults and my triumphs.

In that moment I realize that even if I could wave a magic wand, I would not change my past.  My past has brought me to where I am, has made me the man I am.

I like me, FUCK that I love me, i'm awesome.

Now I explore the mystery of... WhoAmI?

I am lucky to have found my way, so much to learn, but I enjoy the process.

How about you...

WhoRyou?