It is often childish and unskilled behavior that keeps us from getting what we want,
not the lack of luck as we might like to think.
I am just a journalist,
storying my own trip down a path I call my life?
What is bursting in my chest, wanting to be said?
Is it words?
Which comes first, second, third?
I know that action comes fourth.
In letting go of my self ish ness,
I can’t. Because of the word “my”.
There is no need being met that does not include my need being met.
There is no hurt that is caused that does not include my being hurt.
So take yourself out and meet somebody’s need.
I don’t know what else to do.
Maybe the next question is “How?”