For Serious

Seriously, this time. I'm working at everything I do, to see if I can every day. It's not that much now, maybe. But what if, one day, everything is turquoise? It could gel this way. I'm thinking at this instant I'm too lucky to be granted this vision. I've achieved what I have received by chance. I've survived little, and learned too many things that are starkly academic. But these trees are in the seas of the past. I will do what I can, and try to motivate the courage, in me and everyone. What else can I do? This is all I have to offer. Yet still, I am a bit untamed. I still wonder what I am capable of. I know it's more than what I do now, but is any of it enough or relevant? I'm enjoying each moment of the chaos immensely, but in the quest for truth I remain uncertain. I am worried that the state of I may be a permanent condition.