in the end
i don't know anything.
i don't have any answers.
and the more i seek, the more
elusive
they seem to be.
i question everything.
i seem to be falling asleep
far more than i seem to be waking up.
i worry - almost endlessly - that i'm not doing enough to
contribute
to the world. but then i
stretch myself so thin, i find myself
exhausted
by the process.
ok, i know a few things.
we each matter.
and each of us is wholly
insignificant.
i am learning
to give and receive love in a way i
never have before.
i'm starting to trust it.
love matters.
probably more than we care to admit.
in the end, love is all there is
anyway.
maybe that's enough.