"like wishing for rain as i stand in the desert"

My sister is an extremely talented musician. My best friend Holly can make coffee nervous, when that girl wants to do something, I dare one of you mere humans to try and stand in her way. My little sister has them moves like jagger that we keep hearing about on the radio, not to mention she doesn't need any wheaties in the morning to get her brain pumping, she's got that covered on her own. My mother loves more than anyone I know. My friend Hannah has the voice of a baby angle. My cousin Danny is disgustingly built and could break me in half with his eyebrows. I am surrounded by so many wonderful people with talents that cannot be ignored. I love that I have tricked so many skilled people into being friends with me. However I often catch myself thinking, 

"hey self, what are you good at?" 

I don't mean this in a oh feel bad for me sort of deal, I mean it in a, I'm in college now, I should probably do some soul searching and find out what I'm good at because real life is knocking on my door wanting to know what I plan on doing when I let it in. So I've been giving this some serious thought lately. And I have come to the following conclusion; my strength that most would consider to be a talent, just so happens to be my weakness. Is that ironic? Or is that typically how things go?

It has been my observation that the human species in general do much better at things they find joy in, whatever these things may be, then these things tend to turn into our talents or our strengths. I find extreme joy in befriending people. I love more than anything to love people. Because it makes me so happy, I put extra effort in doing this, ergo it has turned into a bit of a strength of mine I suppose. Well life, being as humorous and ironic as it is, has found a way of turning this into a bit of a weakness of mine as well. 

Something I have learned, and learned well over the years, when you throw your heart out in a friendship, not everyone will use extreme caution with it, and then some won't even bother putting some gloves on. This causes for some bruising, a few cuts and scraps, and sometimes it'll get stepped on a bit. 

Like everything else in life, you have to pick your battles. And something that I have learned to accept, is that yes, you have to be careful who you throw your heart to, but also, if something makes you happy, truly happy, its worth a little bruise you can learn from later. Live without regrets and you will experience and learn more than you could if you gave up. But every now and then you'll just catch yourself wishing for rain while you stand in the desert.