I lie here at nearly 1am, unable to sleep. I wonder, do I even have what it takes? Will anyone care if I stop trying? Will my writing matter to anyone?
Maybe, all I am is this. There might not be anything more. And, I know it kills me to think this is all I am.
Be happy with the blessings you have because you never know when they might disappear. It’s true, which is why I feel all the more guilty fearing I am wasting my life. Maybe it is mine to waste. Perhaps, I’m doing the right thing. That responsible, safe thing.
“But the Lord doesn’t love a coward.” A wise, caring man with great courage.
So maybe I am nothing more. But, how will I ever know if I don’t try? How can I stand to look at myself tomorrow if I don’t keep trying?
Tonight I lack the strength. But tomorrow…well, tomorrow’s pages haven’t been written yet!
Hugs and cheers to all my lovelies,