Where do I start?
I suppose we can run down the usual…

What are we doing?

As a species we are still very immature. We compete, get jealous, operate from ego, show off, get easily upset, think the world needs to cater to our feelings and preferences.

I am also human. Guilty of some of the very same sins I go on about.

I sometimes watch myself do what is wrong, like throw away the recycling into the trash bin. Small little things, wrong nonetheless.

I don’t want to go on and on about it, but watching our silly foolishness just grinds my gears. There is so much I wish to say but it’s hard to put into words. It’s one of those days I wish to tell you everything but all I can muster is whatever this is.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” to quote Dickens and sum some of it up.

I am feeling the ache and the awe. The grief and the gladness.
All the in betweens. Simultaneously at once.



We think the answer is outside, yet the answer is within.

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Anyway,
my neighbor is so hot

I wish that he would kiss me.