in the end

i don't know anything.
i don't have any answers.
and the more i seek, the more 
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 
to the world. but then i 
stretch myself so thin, i find myself 
by the process.
ok, i know a few things.
we each matter. 
and each of us is wholly 
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
maybe that's enough.
lovely autumn