Questions.

 
I have recently been wrestling with my thoughts over why I do certain things that I do.
I seem to mess things up when they are going well, and I step back just when I need to step up.
I invent things to do, when I know clearly in my head what I should be doing.
I suffer dreadfully with procrastination.
I am a slave to the easy way out.
I crave for change, but fail to make the first move. I have a huge amount of love in my heart, plenty for my family and spare for anyone who needs it. A love that only wants to heal and not harm, a love to make someone feel human.
How do I help people with just words?
How do I manifest that love into actions?
What is it that I can do to make a difference?
One life, two lives or a thousand lives.
Your life.
My life.
Am I just helping myself?
Do you deserve my love?
Do I deserve your time?

Are we just a million thoughts trapped in a tiny mind?
Are we just another persons thought trapped in an earthly body?
Are we just dust with an unknown purpose being blown around by stronger winds than us?

We are full of questions. We are full of ideas.
We are full of dreams. We are full of desires.

Do we dream false dreams?
Do we leave our ideas on the bonfire of regret?
Do we answer all of our questions?

 

After all the questions. After all the fighting.
All the wasted time, all the perfect nights.
I know one thing.
You are exactly what you give out.
So give wisely.