Two Sides of the Coin

I've finished Albania. I'm on a bus back to the capital. My plans to fly to Turkey for the next leg. A good experience I had in Albania. Still, I feel something's missing. Impact. All of what I do is well and good, Still I can do more. I ask am I using my time in the best way I could? I want to love, I want to create, Solve problems, Genuinely help people. I'm at a bottleneck. People help me. Is my job to walk the world receiving the help of others, Grateful as I am, Is this the best use of my time? Often times I feel useless. Not to myself. To others. A smile has never put food in a stomach, Even if it warms a heart. I suppose whatever path of life I walk, I've always looked to the other. An engineer, Working on applications with dreams of providing solutions to the masses. I felt as though I'm getting older, There's so much I haven't seen. A man walking the world, I think of the world I left behind. All I could do. What can I build. Solutions — family. To have my own tribe. To be complete inside. To love quietly. To cover the corner of the table. To speak words that blanket hard days. To hold someone in my arms, And know I need not the whole world, When I have mine. Still, Today, I transit to the airport. I prepare myself for what's to come. Time alone, Time with strangers, Hardship and happiness. I do love my journey. I merely reflect on a life I left behind, Knowing that all coins have two sides, And on a journey such as my own, I must accept that I can only carry what is within.