There is so much I don’t know, and there is so much that I want.

I want to heal that pain I see.

But I don’t know how.

I want to act.

But I don’t know what.

I want to tell stories.

But I don’t know which ones.

I want to prove myself.

But I don’t know how.

I want to skip steps.

But at the same time I don’t.

I want to slip into someone else’s skin.

I want to escape from mine.

I don’t know why.

I want to take on a character and make it live.

I don’t know how to live.

I want to be trusted.

I don’t know how to trust.

I want to make others happy.

I want to entertain.

I don’t know how to be happy.

I want to show others the beauty of the world that I see around me.

I don’t know how.

I want to be unlimited in my life.

I want to make choices.

I want to choose my doors.

I want to be free to seek my own beauty, to seek the beauty of the world, to seek God’s beauty.

But I don’t know how.

I want to be independent.

But I don’t know how to be.

I want to trust in the kindness of others.

But I don’t know if it’s safe to.

I want to be free to love.

But I don’t know if that’s a good idea.

I want to understand.

But I don’t know where to start.

I want to find my calling.

But I don’t know which door to take.

And I’m scared of taking the wrong one.

I want to get rid of all these “I don’t know”s.