I realize that I am so lazy.
I realize that I am so selfish.
Working on these weaknesses is the new priority.
I want to run run run, and work at the things I love.
I want to give give give, and support the people I love.
I don't care about anything else except love. That's always been true. And yet I still find myself caught up in this selfish runaround. Am I successful, am I cool, secretly asking myself such ridiculous foolery.
Successful comes in mysterious forms. In trailers, deserts, caves, mountains, suburban houses too. But my mind judges my life so harshly according to the world. And yet, these worlds of people around me judge themselves even harsher, life according to the career, the degree, the right brand name purse.
Thank heaven our backbone, our family of seven knew better, we have spread the word that such thing is such nonsense.
Thank goodness, for who I am and who I have struggled to be.
But I have to love people more.
I have to give more in tangible real life, of my time, of my energy, of my faith towards other people and give them hope and home.
I have to work hard when I so want to drift around carelessly, I have to find the right melody to say the wise things.
