Tug-of-War

I know where I want to be – and it’s here on the sands of Miramar, wher life comes full to me with every wash of the waves. As I walk the beach, I like to think I am an autonomous being, moving through the world as I wish to move, free of encumbrances. But despite my deepest yearnings, there is a contrary force, buried in some secre, shameful part of my being, drawing me toward conformity. I am still trying to meet the expectations of others, still afraid that if I don’t, the whole unstable world will come down about my head.