somedays I stick my hand out towards the fire to warm myself but end up burning my fingers instead; somedays I pour my heart out to the people I've grown to love but they toss it on the ground like cheap wine. 

These days I find myself parched, thirsty and so I search for more in the same deserts that drained me dry in the first place. And I conveniently forget that life was never about me at all. I exist to worship Him; I live to do His Will. Sometimes I let myself forget that and in turn, I let myself get hurt. What a foolish thing to do. 

Galatians 2:20 "I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me."