External/internal

I go past the image the mirror portrays. I look deeper, and see a man capable of so much. So much good, so much soul, so much nourishment.

I look and I ask, why do people want less from me when I am capable of being so much? It's not an internal question. I don't ask it. It's an external one. People ask me. To do something extraordinarily hard for me to do.

So I give. And give. And give. It's what my heart tells me to do.

Namaste.