What is my purpose? My reason? Have I done enough as a human being to leave a legacy behind? To inspire, guide, and shield. To protect, motivate, and console. To listen, to create, to cushion others if and when they fall. Those were things I wanted to embody, to live and breathe.
It is during these times of the night that I am haunted by my own mind, my worries and fears, my frightening realization that I am a human and not a superhero who can do anything and everything.
I never know what to do other than to stare into the abysmal dark devouring my ceiling, until I am shocked awake by my multiple alarms and live my routine days, only to come back to bed when my day is over, turning my back to want to do in order to fall into the arms of these thoughts again.
Until the next day.