And we ask, what’s wrong with me that I feel this way? What’s wrong with me that I see these things others don’t see, that I can’t accept what they accept? What’s wrong with me that I couldn’t fix it, couldn’t explain it, couldn’t stop it, didn’t protest, cried alone? You say, what if they had ...
What do I have to offer the Universe? How can I serve? What do I want to create in this world? How committed am I to the things I tell the Universe I truly want?