Monday, July 30, 2012


I want to do the right thing to make bad things better - just to play my part.
Sometimes, in playing my part, I begin to act, think, feel like I wrote my part - that I wrote the play. I act, think, feel like I must be the one to make things better. It's all up to me. Responsible. Proud. Desperate.
I get so down, so disheartened when the things I do fail to fix things. And frustrated - I feel so frustrated. Why isn't anything going my way?
Because I don't fix things. I'm not meant to fix things. I'm not made to fix things.

I'm meant to trust. I'm made to love.