Heart so huge, I wonder if they’ll ever know. I hurt, I weep, but maybe it doesn’t show. I worry, I cry, stress then panic. Why is it that my life’s become so manic? Behavior is erratic, don’t know how to take it, predictably an addict. Just rehab for a bit, then go out and fake it. You’re good at it, well not anymore. What is that voice I try to ignore? Thoughts are sporadic, impulsive, to the point. Not meant to hurt, but just to annoint. Life’s so complicated and I’ve raised the stakes high. I want to give it another shot, but I’m afraid of getting denied. You gotta take a chance, give it guts and glory, so by the time you’re where you want to be you can tell your story.
Our pervasive demand for certainty in an uncertain world – for as we wait for certainty, our life passes us by.
What are some things that happened during your childhood that you find yourself still carrying around with you? What old behavior (or behaviors) still gets in your way? What is the connection between what happened when you were young and those behaviors that get in your way? What does freedom mean to you? Where have you lost yours? Do you think your fears will ever leave entirely? What if they don’t?
“Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?”
“You’re always you, and that don’t change, and you’re always changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.
“Things blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.”