I constantly question everything about myself
My every thought
Every action
Each word that finds it's way from my mouth
Am I doing it right? I wonder. 
Or living a lie?
It's a scary thought
Never to be sure of who you are,
who you want to be,
Or who you are supposed to be, if such a thing exists.
So here I sit in silence
Attempting to listen to this voice within
But she never speaks in words
Only in her own disarray of emotion vs. reason
Perhaps the answer is not as clear as anticipated
Perhaps the answer can only be found within our own perception of things.
But still I sit 
And wait and listen
In hopes that she will one day answer 
With a single, auspicious response.

People say, care less
And you will never be disappointed 
Lower your expectations
And you will never be dismayed
But I say,
If there is one thing in life 
That shouldn't be half-assed,
It's caring
Maybe it will hurt
Maybe it will scar
Or maybe, just maybe 
It will set you free

Comfort is your worst enemy
Don’t fall in love with security
Fall in love with the realization that nothing is forever
and as a result we must love in each individual moment
fall in love with each moment that hallows your existence
with each touch that awakens your senses
with each articulation that questions your existence
with every moment that makes you come alive
for God’s sake love with every fiber of your being
not because it offers you a sense of comfort
but because it simply offers you a moment in this brief reality
to feel.