Pieces

What makes me who I am?

my dreams, aspirations, and ideals?

or

my actions, my words, my thoughts?


My heart is a difficult thing. It feels and longs for so much.


It seeks after love, joy, and peace. But those don't come easily. They come by patience, and patience by faith. It is so hard to live in faith. I can do it for a while, but eventually I need some sort of gratification. Its there that I am warring within myself. The part of me that says "now" and the part of me that says "wait". How is it possible to love and hate yourself at the same time unless you are essentially two different pieces? And if I'm two different pieces, I must be two different people. I am the combination of my aspirations and my actions. I am the combination of flesh and soul. I am the combination of past and present. I seek the infinite yet constantly settle for the immediate. Life is a journey of destination, and I will, time and again, stop to ask for directions.