Mr Buffy Devane

As youths at school -- in what seems a whole lifetime ago, now, elderly fellow that I am -- we were sometimes asked by teachers what we wanted to be when we grew up. 

After two decades of being an adult and gracing a few arenas of employment, I'm still deciding. 

But this one goes beyond career or other signifiers of adulthood or tangible achievement: 


What do I want to be? 
I want to be better. I want to give out a smile Not expecting one back. I want to speak out Even though it might cost me. I want to personally make sure No-one feels left behind. I want to go thru a single day And not once feel despair. I want to recall my life's mistakes Without beating myself up for them. I want to look in the mirror And think: "Yeh... he's alright."…

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