The George Chronicles: Victim To My Own Life

When I die I wish to be remembered with the life on how I lived. Unfortunately, with my current state I possess very few to be spoken of. In my life I have done plenty wrong. At times with no ill intention. I have also done some good. With or without acknowledgment of others of course. Convenient I'd say at best. As I look to our stars for answers at times the clear notion of living a perfect life just doesn't exist. I think that just makes me egotistical. Full of more flaws at the eyes of others because I would not relate. Being happy is such a cliche but ratification to the simple truth. Everyone always worries about the so called little things. But they are the Biggest of things to them. Items in which my inventory perhaps doesn't compare. As I stare in the mirror, look past my human face and concentrate on my ideas,goals, beliefs. Then, Those are mine and mine alone. They seek no judgement other than my own. My life, this way, a victim to my own life. Then what I see, is a working progress.