A Simple Story

We see the one who has helped us on some many occasions and we just want to help, but we haven't the idea on where and how to help. Our minds are at a quandry. We suffer from the same fate but theirs can be solved easily then our own, or so we think. The dreaded mind of sanity and rejection holds us back from our true feelings. They say there is a time and place for everything, but what if you cannot find that time nor can you find the place to help. Is it all wasted in time, or do we miss the time and place, can we miss it? We try to help others and we seem to keep us from helping ourselves because we do not wish to help ourselves. We self-destruct in a miraculous wonder of questionable. We do not know what lies ahead but all we can do is fear for the worse and brave the path that is our current course.

End. Plain and simple