Everything has a soul Can fly and set sail, find its own Wings- paper planes, plastic bags, and school skirts Carried by the wind, dampened by fears
It is in our eyes full of tears That they find meaning and purpose In their flight that won't go on for years God keeps us on our toes safe from our foes
When we help someone else, we come closest to being our best selves. I think we can be our best version of ourselves if we keep trying. But, it is an endless cycle and people might stop you. You need trudge on.