My brain pressed release

Me
Only ever me
Ever only me
Friends across oceans, land masses, the Georgia Straight
Too far to hold
Too far

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. A life dominated and characterized by fear.
I'm afraid you won't like me. I'm afraid you don't like me. I am afraid.
When we are afraid, we don't live.
When we fear failure, we don't try.
When we love, we lose, but inevitably first we win, and we shouldn't forget that first we won.
But sometimes life happens. When we fail too often, we no longer want to try. When we lose too much, we don't have much remaining and how do we start over from nothing?
Shards of our former selves, we hang on to what we have. Each other.
Fellow persons. As people, we want to matter.
Matter to who? To the world. What do I care what the world thinks? Its thankless and owes me nothing. But I'm here, and I'm here now.
We can't change the whole world. We can't. I can't. I want. I want to change the world.
Who can? Is it unchangeable? Is it changeable at all? Where do we start? Here. right here?
One person at a time.
You.
Me.
Us.
We.
We can.
I hope.
Hope and despair.
A Fine Balance we all walk.