I try to glow brightly, try so hard to glow brightly, without thinking that the brightness blinds me, or burns others.

Trying too hard is a way to compensate for fearing not trying hard enough; but when it is a mystery -- when you're never quite sure what would be the perfect medium -- you treat every moment as a lottery of fate.

Await the great job, or settle for work?
Say love, or just think it and write it in a secret place?
Be honest, or be protective?

Everyone lives on a lattice of balance beams, and we always wonder who is there to support us, who is there wanting to push us off.

Relax and hand your heart to faith. This is my advice...that I need to be taking myself.

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