I want to be a great musician, but I’m not very great at music.
I want to be a great writer, but I’m not very great at writing.
I want to be a great comedian, but I’m not very great at comedy.
I want to be a great artist, but I’m not very great at art.

I want to be great, but I’m not very good at being great.

I want to be good at being passionate, but I’m not very passionate about being good.

I’m just passionate about being.

And which foot do I put forward in beginning this journey?
I needn’t worry about such details any longer,
For if I strip away all that is not mine—
        That which glitters
        And yet lies external to me,
        Infinitely out of my reach—
Then it must be the case that I,
That what I am,
Is all that is left.
        We are all burning hot suns orbiting around ourselves
        We are all orbiting
        Together.
Alone.