in the end

i don't know anything.
 
i don't have any answers.
and the more i seek, the more 
elusive 
they seem to be.
 
i question everything. 
 
i seem to be falling asleep 
far more than i seem to be waking up. 
i worry - almost endlessly - that i'm not doing enough to 
contribute 
to the world. but then i 
stretch myself so thin, i find myself 
exhausted 
by the process.
 
 
 
ok, i know a few things.
 
we each matter. 
and each of us is wholly 
insignificant. 
 
i am learning
to give and receive love in a way i 
never have before.
i'm starting to trust it. 
 
love matters. 
probably more than we care to admit. 
 
in the end, love is all there is
anyway.
 
 
 
maybe that's enough.
 
lovely autumn