Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

As grown as I amI am equally childlikeand immature at times,and hence, I can see this clearly nowand more clearly than beforebecause, of course;due to the benefits of hindsight, my hindsight shows me how my flawscan degrade meand worsemy actions can be humiliatingif I am being honest. . . Why?Why do we fight?Why argue?Why do we fight so hard and lead with our strong handinstead of showing patienceand why can’t we choose to be happyinstead of fighting harder to be right? And so, if we love someone so much,and if the worst thought is to lose themor if all we want is to be happythen why do we act on behalf of the opposite?This is the case of usbeing our own worst enemy . . .and no enemy is worse or strongerthan the enemy within.Why do we allow ourselves to manifest our assumptionsuntil they become realand when this happensand when we see ourselvesfalling down the spiraland losing control,why do we perpetuate the worst?Why do we consolidate our biggest concernsand make them come true?Why?…