A Messy Mortal Is My Friend. Come

If I Work Toward An End, Meantime I Am Confined To A Process.

We Are All Saying The Same Thing In Different Words.

Sometimes I Doubt And Sometimes I Believe. And I Like Not Making Myself Believe When I Am Doubting, And Not Making Myself Doubt When I Am Believing. Surely Neither God Nor Accident Need My Consistency.

Today I Acknowledge That I Am Not In Position To Judge What Mistakes Anyone Is Making Or What Lessons Anyone Needs To Learn. I Don’t Know How Far Someone Has Come Or When That Person Will Have A Breakthrough, I Simply Don’t Know What Other People Should Be Doing. But When I Think I Do Know, I Clearly Am Not Doing What I Should Be Doing, Which Is Taking Responsibility For My Own Life.

Don't Strive For Love, Be It.