Staring.

I wake up at the time I need to.
I dress myself in the clothes I bought to make me feel good.
I eat what I think is best suitable for my body.
I talk to the people who interest me.
I drive the car I own.
I go to the places I want.
My life is a mirror. I stand and stare.

Life is a sky.
It extends beyond one fixed point.
It moves with the seasons, and shifts with the hours.
It contains the past and present.
It envelops the world, places of which I am not familiar.
There is no such thing as "My" life.
I am alive. I am a part of Life.
But life does not belong to me.
To claim it as my own would drain the sea to a drop.
I would much rather stand and stare at the sky.