We

We surround ourselves with walls to protect our fragile hearts, and our fortress becomes our prison…

We are flawed perfection…

We are uncut jewels…

We are unlimited potential bounded by procrastination…

We are unfocused beams of light…

We are heedlessly spinning moons, attracted to bright stars, lacking only the fire needed to become suns ourselves…

We are drama bracketed by boredom…

We are the writer, the actors on the stage, and we are the audience…

We are who and what we are, yet troubled by the notion that can never be enough…

We are proud yet unsure, kind but selfish, brilliant and obtuse, insightful and clueless, generous and greedy, wise and foolish…

We are multitudes who often feel alone.

We are the eye of the hurricane, the center of the universe, and being such, it is easy to feel that everything is happening around us but that somehow, we are not as big a part of it as we wish to be. Bear in mind, child, that you are not just the hub of the wheel. You are the axel that turns the wheels of destiny. You are the cart that carries the load of history. You are the wheel that follows the path to the future. And you are the road that leads us all to where we need to be.