To release my built-up tension, experience my true feelings, and accept my worries, I sometimes cry. Even happy people cry, even with all the love in their soul, they sometimes need to accept there is only so much love can solve in a single day.
Scatter seeds of things. Hope they bloom. Plant the idea of new things, so fruit trees can grow. This is how you feed people. Not by handing them apples, but by giving them apple seeds.
I know, I know, I sound like a fortune cookie. Only, I am talking about others, and myself. Even I need planting sometimes. From my own self-hope comes a fruit tree. From my own self-doubt comes strength and firm resolve.
I will try again tomorrow.