I've grown used to being the light by which others find their way. I give advice based on my experience and what I have learned thus far. When, however, does this advice apply to me? At what point do I become my own beacon?
We pine. We pine for a brush of hands, for a secret embrace, for that feeling of elation when we know that there is another person who exists for you and through you. To know that your value is placed not on your tentative range of emotions but on your all-enveloped being. *Who* you are, rather than *what.*
Our quirks say very little about what notes are truly played inside of us. Are we a symphony or a helter-skelter melody being banged out on an out of tune piano? How sure are you? And, more importantly, who enjoys our euphonic being?
What drives us? Are we truly our actions or the intentions behind said actions? At best we are a device. A device used to carry out our intentions. We weigh both sides and then act accordingly. Which should reign supreme? The brain or the heart?
I'm typically an upbeat person. Lately though, I have been plagued with a baffling onset of self doubt. How unusual and how much it has shaken me.
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