Step

I was born a mortal. Or was I not? I bleed. I crave. Yet I can think. My imagination allows me to conceive objects, ideas and even whole realities that transcend my surroundings. Since my birth I have been told that I am special. I guess everyone’s dearest ones tell one that. But I notice things within me too. The ability to comprehend and a unique strain of luck is enough to give me a massive ego boost. Where I am now I was not meant to be, I do not want to be here. This much I can say with confidence. I am unable to rid myself of my weakness but I can step forward and try to become more than I am while still carrying those weaknesses within me. This is not ignorance; this is just the acceptance of the fact that I am weak but not pathetic. I can take a stand and utilize that which has been given to me for what I see fit. Today I take the step.