you are what you

You’re not what you want.

All the little tiny fancy expensive things that fill the ever unfolding hallways of your dreams.

You’re not what you think.

The thoughts feeding back through your head on a never ending loop, like two people joined a meeting in the same room with their mics on.

You are not what you feel, what you know, or what you did. The detritus of the present and the past projecting themselves into the future.

You are, in reality, what you tolerate.

What you put up with.

What you allow to take hold of your life, running you ragged. Or what you allow to grow, like a great tree spreading its leaves above your head.

For good, for ill. Not what you want. What you put up with. 

Thank you. Let’s have a great day.