Open doors are interesting, more interesting than clear windows into someone else's life. A door is inviting and luring. Specially when it has a deer staring at you at the end.
Sometimes I remind me of myself when I was young, so true and yet such a stupid thing to say but we all somehow steer away from what we once were finding glimpses of our past selfs popping out from time to time into the sun rays. Someone yesterday told me, "You should never forget where you came from" and since I've been thinking about those days, back when I was maybe five, riding helicopters through the skies, being a pirate by night and racing F1 cars in my back yard. I was everything I wanted to be, I was everything I am not now. Yet some things remain, some things stayed with me all throughout. I am me, still, somehow.
I sometimes find myself and say Hello, take me for a drink, maybe watch a game of ball. I wonder if I make my young self proud, hell, if I make my momma proud. Then I smile, because I feel I'm doing aight.