A man is born, great joy, great promise, and great expectations.
But they would not come to be.
We are born with only our lower potential. Not even half human, but a possibility of becoming one, which would be great achievement.
But, but, it doesn’t happen, we remain a promise, a possibility.
We live with it as though we are as we were supposed to be.
But we need to clean and build ourselves, create what we were supposed to be; a complete human being.
We have got work to do before we live; self-work, inner work, and then we could be, a shining dancing star. Only then.
Gabriel