Something I Forgot.

Sometimes, I forget that this life isn't about me.

That this life, my existence, was not created in any way for my benefit, to make me happy, or so that i could live in comfort.

God is love.

Some have a heart for giving,

Providing for the needy so great.

Others have a heart of understanding,

Knowing the comfort empathy creates.

Some have a heart for teaching,

Educating the youth with life's tools.

Others a heart for justice, equality

Epitomizing the Golden Rule.

Some have a heart for the mysteries of the world

From the seven wonders to the hope of glory,

Others the heart of a child,

Innocence captured in picture-book stories.

Then there are those with a heart for the lonely

Those who feel others' pain,

Those who see the drought in desert lands

And whose tears cry for healing rain.

A heart for the widowed, weak and weary,

A heart for the angry, bitter, lost.

A heart for the Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists,

A heart for the women struggling to survive at all costs.

One can have a heart for many things;

One can have a heart for all the above.

But what is a heart without a purpose?

What is a heart without love?

what am i living for?

it's not that i'm afraid to fail.

i just don't want to be successful at the wrong thing.