Whats Right?

What's wrong with me? Whats right with me? 

The aching in my head didn’t stop.

The days went from early sunrise to dusk in a haze of neglect.

The pain is like a wave, feeding the frenzy that stimulates growth.

Bigger and bigger, slicing through my mind like an electric shock, damaging any conscious thought that was starting to percolate.

Interruption

Sub-consciously who knows, I could be setting the table for what might be the most powerful, most sincere thought I’ve ever had.

I might have the truth about the life unto which was forced upon me.

No choices in how you grow up.

Foundations of life take hold years before thoughts can become clear and your mind can bend and conform around the input that is presented and turn out an impressive output.

All those big unused words in the real world probably don’t make any sense to the average person. The fault we all have is preconceived ideas that reading, knowledge, and the general attention that is paid to ones surrounding make them the superhero you wish you could be.

We are truly the leaders

We are the ones that live our lives while the dreamers and doubters live their life wondering what could be.

The one who doesn’t understand my sentences are the ones who watch me speak, you watch me work, and you watch me play.

I’m the one you secretly hate; you think I’m good at everything, to a point where my faults are covered by my talents.

Only there aren’t many talents at all, an applied skill that affects such a small part of the world.

People like me are the ones who understand.

We are the problem solvers.

Not only in life, or at work, or at home, but everywhere there is another person, thought, or issue that needs the attention of person that understands the root of the issue.

You might think I’m building myself up, but you wouldn’t if you understood that sentence.

All this and the pain persists, maybe it’s your fault.