The World Turning

Why do I answer every question—before it's been asked?

I respond too quickly. I try too hard. When will I find the centeredness—the right kind of confidence—to sit back quietly, to wait patiently?

When will I let go of this unconscious thinking that the world needs me . . . to answer the question? . . . to take the blame? . . . to be responsible? . . . to organize things?

The world turns just fine without me. It always has, and it always will. The world does not need me.

Maybe I need the world to need me.

Maybe that's one question I should be answering.

—me strauss Letting me be