Somewhere in between my inhales and exhales; between my thoughts and actions; between the space that fills the future with uncertainty…  I lost myself.  It wasn’t turmoil or devastation in any way.  It was pure loss of focus and charisma.  Hope seemed to fade and colors seemed dimmer.  

But with losing oneself, comes regaining that ambition and confidence that once set in.  The knowing that positive thoughts and positive actions, as well your perception shapes your reality.  What is stronger than fear?  Hope.  Knowing that what is meant for you is waiting.  Waiting for you to step up to the plate and fail.  Fail so that you can learn again and try harder.  Expect to be let down so that the highs are so much more meaningful.  Because without negative, there is no positive…  

And we all know if the world was made up of just neutrons nothing would get done.