in the end

i don't know anything.

i don't have any answers.

and the more i seek, the more 


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 


to the world. but then i 

stretch myself so thin, i find myself 


by the process.

ok, i know a few things.

we each matter. 

and each of us is wholly 


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


maybe that's enough.