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My Life

How I choose to live my life. I'm wired at birth, my personality in place. I'm sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place where do I go from here? What direction in life will I choose? How much choice do I really have? Has the deck been stacked before I'm on my way? Look all around, all types are in play. The complexity of society in full on display. Can I will myself away from the mold that I am? Am I trapped by the sculptor, my part in the play determined, I have little say. I believe if I focus real hard, I can fracture the mold get out of its way. I can over come, move in a different direction, and create my own way. Genetics and environmental certainly had their say. I believe I can power thru an creat a better day. Is it possible, though, I'm just wired this way?

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