On the verge of another winter’s solstice, I review whom I’ve been and compare him to whom I’d like to be, then seek a mirror to try and determine who I am.
I know that if I like who I see that will seem like, and probably be, conceit. There are always a lot of things to fix, still, …
Not all that bad.
Not successful but still kicking, like an Eveready battery, … still ticking after way too many beatings.
Success would be more than welcome.
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2015; all rights reserved