Sparkly Hands

I know I have potential
Growing up I thought that was enough
I equated it with destiny
Look what I can do-
I've sparkly hands
A gift
I shall do great things in life
So much looking forward to
Then, future came
As the future does
And potential grew but 
Stayed potential-
No blossoms, not a bloom-
My potential started sickening me
Like curdled milk
It felt a waste
Why didn't more come of it?
What more could I do?
I started hearing stories of
People dying
Dreams unrealized
I'd never considered that
A possibility before
It didn't seem fair
To love and reach and work
And fail
Such empty, humiliating, cruelty
Death - a
Life confined
I had to readjust
Perspective to find a better spin
Become a bit more gracious
To a process beyond my control
I put things now as such-
Or try to do-
The doing is the thing
And wherever and however
And as often as you can and
For the greater good, not just
Your own - to endeavor
to live and love and create joy.