Thinking of the past, in regret.
Thinking of the future, in worry.
But being in the moment
There are no problems.
Being you is not a problem.
Because you are undefined.
You’re not your job, clothes, or appearance
There is nothing else to do, if you’re being.
Everything is there for you
But it’s nowhere you need to go, because it’s not a there.
It’s here. Inside.
From being inside your head,
To simply being
Honestly connected to your surroundings, without boundaries
Because there are no boundaries,
Unless you choose to create them.
And those who define you, judge you
Do they really matter
If you know your self?
Everyone’s opinions, and reactions, and feelings
They are relentless, a force of nature, unstoppable
They surround you,
But they’re mostly meaningless
When you are focused on being.
What they want or need
Isn’t your concern
If you are enough
And you are.