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.