Scattered thoughts

Dying to self is painful because you haven't (felt you've) found something more worth the while than yourself. And even then, can one ever truly be selfless?  

Worth is measured in many ways. I am surprised to find how much I value the measure in itself, distinct from the the matter I am measuring. 

Logic may prevail, remaining unchallenged. But hope reigns above reason, for reason alone cannot satisfy if hope is not injected also into it.

Sometimes, what you have to do has nothing to do with how you feel. And that really sucks.

Knowing that time is the only saviour is no help for now.