Am I on target?
Do I know where I am going? And why am I headed in a particular or certain direction; and not in some others?
Where I am?
I am often confused: between doing what is polite and what is right – and clearing some sense for which is which.
Confused between knowing what my work was and was for, and what is my work, now, in changing times, between being who I am for others, and who I am for myself. Confused about the future and its possible directions.
Living in a world where everyone is presumed to be out for oneself, for success, for power, fame and gain…I am pulled and pushed and yanked around by an aging vanity.
But which sense of self endures; which will I find, and be found?
If I am so smart: “why ain’t I rich,” my neighbors ask; “why am I not at Harvard,” my colleagues whisper; “why am I here,” I ask. “And where am I?”