Better

My friends make me want to be a better person. My family makes me want to be a better person. My acquaintances make me want to be a better person.

I want to be better.
I want to be stronger.
I want to be smarter.
I want to have more courage.
I want to be all these things.

I want to live up to those who believe in me.

I want to be relevant rather than be doomed to a life of obscurity and mediocrity.

I want to be the man I want to be.

I want to be the man I've led people to believe that I would be.

I have so much I want to do. There is so much I want to be. There is so much I want to live for.

I strive but I fall. I drive but all I do is spin my wheels. I try to fly but all I do is crash. I try to swim but all I do is drown.

Are my mistakes an indication of what is yet to come or what I should be learning from?

Is my future as free as I believe and preach? Or is my future set in stone and doomed to failure? Am I fighting a losing battle because I'm incapable or because that's what is meant to be?

So many questions. So many answers. If I'm not getting the answers I want, am I not asking the right questions?

If I am to be better than what I am, what must I do to get it right?