There are times when I want to feel competent. There are times when I want to feel done. And there are times when I want to feel balanced. The third seems like a charm. But is it?

It feels burdensome to keep measuring; I am easily frustrated, and even if I weren’t, I would quickly become arrogant instead.

What can I do if I can even do something?

There’s a crack in everything; that’s how the light gets in.

I do not need to make a difference. If I do, I should know that. When I settle a bit, beneath my busy thoughts—it is all not divided anyway. Or so it seems.

The reflections are really already everything I ever needed.

It’s a bittersweet symphony, this life.

Yet, I want to stay real and relatable—no show-off, no performance. This is not easy once the struggle arises, but the weather will keep changing.

Conflict awaits; how can I see it coming? It is almost impossible, but maybe I can feel touched even when it is too much.

We are stardust; we are golden.

Is this possible all the time? I would need to remain open in the face of uncertainty. That is often scary and confusing, but I might get used to it.

I would like to be more in harmony with my environment—when things see me. This would be great for everyone as well.

You are always welcome.