Sometimes it is hard to just be.
I find myself having to do, to produce, bothered by unfinished tasks, thoughts, business. A place for everything and everything in its place... Order.
Do I somehow think that my doing makes me better?
When maybe, just maybe if I just was - I just let myself be, just the way I was created (chaotic, scattered, angsty, passionate, emotional) - I might just bloom in radiance.