May I see the things in front of me as they are, not as I think them to be.
May I walk the steps ahead of me one at a time, not wondering if there's a map.
May I say the things that fix things, not break them further apart.
May I do what I need to do, not be distracted by what I can't.
May I dream of what I hope for, not of what I fear.
May I love you like I love you, not as any other, me.
[re-blogged from: I Wrote This For You]