Egomaniac
Manic. Absolutely manic. Chasing dreams with ego as my passenger is like trying to drink water through a sieve. It’s never going to work and all you will do is watch it slip by. When I say you, I mean me. I said you because my ego stops me from saying me.
Me. The one who dreams but let’s my ego live rent free while taking me for all my worth.
Me. The one who talks about what should be done but only feels wanting when there is a fantasy attached to it.
Me. Writing words and not doing much.
Me. The one who thinks that everything that is meant to be will manifest without any effort.
I have this innate sense that I can reach out and grab the life I want but I’m equally holding on with my other hand to something else. Something familiar but in the distance of my past.
Let go I plead to my heart. Let go and grab on to what your ego is making you fear. The egomaniac has no place here.
So what am I so afraid of?
