Spinning Compass

Spinning Compass

You know, today I’m tired. I’m not sure I know where home is anymore. I don’t know who my friends are anymore. All I seem to know is who I am.

I know what I believe, and I know deep down inside I’m a person who could never bring harm to anyone, not intentionally. I know I want people to be happy, I want them to have full bellies, a warm place to sleep, the medicine they need to live, I want their spirits to be light, and their worries few. I want children to play, to live their lives without knowing fear or pain, and I know I want this world to be better when I leave than it was when I arrived.

I’ve never pushed this on anyone, but I’ve never shied away from talking about it, either. I guess I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to do.

I seem to misinterpret the way people see me, or they misinterpret what I say, I guess by how I say it, I don’t know. I hate not knowing. There is so little in this world that I hate, but one of those things is not knowing something I feel I need to know, something that I feel is vital to my understanding of the world around me.

I guess, for the moment, I feel lost.

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