Thought Of The Deep Night...

Tired as I am, the strong grasp of sleep simply cannot seem to get ahold of me this lonely night. I am afraid, but not because of the murky dark,or the rustling of the wind pushing the trees, but because the mind tends to wander. I am scared because the fears and problems I put away during the day all seem to flood back vividly, this late at night. As humans we are thinkers, somewhere among the tangles of neurons and dendrites there is a part of us, the part that makes us excel, makes us adapt and survive. I am scared because this part of me tends to always live in the fast lane. The sorrows and problems of others drown out my own and make me feel very ungrateful, selfish. I live a life where money and food, not to mention love is plentiful. Others, I am sad to say, do not have the luxery of loving parents, or the support of a family. I see our world being destroyed by drugs, and war, and I say to my self, why? Why must there be poverty, or famine, then I see that it is and opportunity to improve ourselves. This late night thinking is horrible, it reminds me that I do not do enough to help others when I am very well capable...