I stand here. Where here is only what I believe myself to be. Freed of the falsehood of others. What shall be in the reflection? The man I am? Or the man I will be? The sky is but a reflection if my faith in the sun. I trust it to rise and so it does. It is the same with the fearful future. As many humans participate in the endless game of hurting others and helping themselves, I remain looking fully in the present. There is no reflection. Who I am and who I will be is completely up to me. Not to colleges, jobs, or any other factor. I am what I think. So I choose I think of wisdom. Therefore I am the sea. Endless and deep, treacherous but not out of anger. For only when the wind beats the surface will the sea rise to swat it away. So is my nature as well. I seek not to win nor loose. Just to be.