Crazy or not Crazy

  This tango of life has become advanced. Knowing your strengths is good but knowing your weakness is powerful. Sometime I feel powerless in these tides of life. Creating an identity just for everything you've ever known to flip on its head. At what time does God give us grace for the never ending struggles. 

To be fair I feel like this is the happiest I've been or supposed to be. I feel like I'm going places seeing the world, confidence has never been higher, I mean I could have more money but I try not to way my worth on wealth. It's just that when I see kids playing, couples holding hands, birds flying in sync I feel this ache in my heart like that's something I'm missing. Is there an un-fillable void in my soul. 

    The concept of heroes and villains have been speaking to me recently. Why in a world full of humans do we decide when someone is a hero or villain. I've known countless good people do bad things and Bad people do heroic deeds. What happens when someone does something heroic but at the cost of others happiness, What do we call that?  Or even the living long enough to see yourself becoming the villain concept. Sometimes when I was a kid I wanted to be a super hero, more like a ninja w telekinesis and can read minds or be Finn from adventure time, but beside that, I just wanted to do something for the greater good. But what is even good. I feel like a lot of people are villains because they think they're doing something good in all actuality they're hurting everyone around them. 

Urz truly, Billie the prophet.