I want to do the right thing, but often I don’t know just what the right thing is.

Every day I know I have come short of what I would like to have done.

Yet as the years pass and I see the very world itself, with its oceans and mountains and plains, as something unfinished, a peculiar little satisfaction hunts out the corners of my heart.

Sunsets and evening shadows find me regretful at tasks undone, but sleep and the dawn

and the air of the morning touch me with freshening hopes.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind

and I don’t worry about my destiny.

~Carl August Sandburg

when will you know how to be you?

inquiry for today~ and the days blend into knowing….

deeply honest…..

“Are you happy?”

In all honesty? No. But I am curious – I am curious in my sadness, and I am curious in my joy.

I am everseeking, everfeeling. I am in awe of the beautiful moments life gives us,

and I am in awe of the difficult ones. I am transfixed by grief, by growth.

It is all so stunning, so rich, and I will never convince myself that I cannot be somber,

cannot be hurt, cannot be overjoyed.

I want to feel it all – I don’t want to cover it up or numb it.

So no, I am not happy. I am open,

and 1 wouldn’t have it any other way.

~Bianca Sparacino