See, of everyone who called, very few said, "We believe in you." The overwhelming choice said I'm just a boy inside a voice.

See, I made it out, out from under the sun.
And the truth is that I feel better because I've forgiven everyone!

The problem with me is that I forget how much love there is in the world. I forget that I don't HAVE to withhold love from everyone whether I feel like withholding it from them, whether they're willing to receive it, whether they even like me.

I think I have been living my life in such a way that I give each individual person their own value, and I distribute love like it's a big pot of food and there is only enough to keep a few people alive - here I am, choosing which ones are the most valuable.

They are all valuable! What have I been doing? I have been depriving people of something that each person deserves. What has withholding love ever done for anyone? It has produced hate and anxiety and contempt and self-loathing and fear, man, just the FEAR it has created alone is so destructive! Nothing bad has ever been a product of pure, unselfish love, and each of us is so, so guilty of distributing love conservatively.

I spend so much of my time thinking about me. I am about to try redirecting that time to other people.

We'll see what happens. If I succeed, something good. If I fail, I'll try again. That's how failure works, right? Usually I just give up.



I have oceans of love, for everyone. I need reminders sometimes.



Now I'M NOT SCARED!

So come on with me - sing along with me!
Let the wind catch your feet!
If you love somebody, you'd better let them know.

END.