I Do Not Know

I would like to believe that the good outshines the bad, but sometimes I wonder and sometimes I’m sad. Will I ever really measure up to what I’m aiming for? And when I’m near that point, will I have the strength to walk through that door? The trembling calm of a reaching life, the joyful tears of loss and strife. I bear all my failures like a piece of worn armor, I till the fields of life like a seasoned farmer. Tap in to joy through trust and reflection, and if I don’t understand, I’ll ask for a definition. Rarely am I understood in the way that suits me best, but this doesn’t bother me much, cause i know that I am blessed. Blessed to listen, love and learn and know that it’s enough. Isn’t life so painfully beautiful, both rigid and rough? How blessed are we who feel the souls of others, the breathing of the earth and air, and all the untapped wonders