What I Am Witness To

What I am witness to in the world defines who I think I am. When I describe the world as being in turmoil and as a place of suffering and feel the fear these thoughts engender, I am a witness to a self made of fear. And my world will continue to bear the fruit of that perception. But when I remember I did not create myself, that I have never had the opportunity to do more than misperceive the truth, I can begin to see instead a call for love and recognize the gift I have to give.