I'm always telling myself that I don't have enough time to write. It's that moment that I tell myself that I want to write to actually setting myself down to write that is the most difficult task to accomplish. Once I've set onto it, its free-flowing.
I'd like to believe that there are minds alike to keep me from going completely insane. Sometimes I give people too much credit and believe that some only suffer from momentary stupidity rather than permanent. Turns out, there's both. Although, I've refrained from believing in the latter with hopes that humanity has a shot in reality. Days are passing by faster than ever. I find myself in between the push and pull of hope and nihilism. Sometimes things feel very chaotic, and well it is hard to deny that we are all quite small in the vast universe. There is some force, that I cannot hold onto, but greatly believe in. Haha, I know this sounds ridiculous particularly coming from a Star Wars fan. A force, not THE force. Something I can't explain, yet it helps me move onward and its ambiguity remains a constant mystery that I, unlike many other things, am completely comfortable with.
I want to explore the manifestation of the world and feel the tinges of human life and love and compassion that comes with it. I need a re-awakening that Yosemite shook me with, and unfortunately left me upon the moment I stepped into the airport back home. What is it that Nature has that man cannot grasp?
