I soldier on.
I try to love. But often I fail.
I try to put others needs before my own, but sometimes mine are too loud.
I try to create and I destroy.
My truth becomes cruelty and my humility, self-condemnation.
I walk on.
I keep going.
I pick up the broken pieces and I try to sew them together the best that I can.
Because even though it’s hard to see, somewhere deep inside I understand that this is the best that any of us can do.
Sometimes, I think we peer through the windows into our own lives, and we are blinded by all that we aren’t, all that we can’t do, all that we have failed to become. And this leaves us stranded, desperate, and out of control.
Too often, what we do is see the good in others and only the bad in ourselves.
And so when asked what I do, that’s the only answer I can give — I walk on. I keep trying. I persevere. And I trust that one day somewhere far off into the clouds, everything will be made right.
“If you couldn’t answer with your job, what would you say you do?”
