I keep trying, like almost there. I start responses to so many threads here. But lately it's like I can't do justice to what I want to say or what I feel the thread response deserves to have said. So I'll write sometimes long responses, and then just back out, click back to read through all the threads again. Thinking, I will just come back later and write something better, or something more helpful, or something more meaningful.

It's so weird the over-thinking that my mind does. We are on a ball in space. A pretty ball, or a horrible ball, or a both ball. We circle around a star, one we are so close to that we call it a sun. Some people can't see the forest in spite of the trees, but maybe I'm caught up on the forest and can't see each tree, each moment, the ones I'm supposed to be "being here now", but oh there it went. I will try again on the next tree moment.

What if's aren't good for me, but what if I fail. What if every tree moment passes me by and then before I know it they're all gone. What if I waste this whole life I've been given. What if I see the answers later bright as day and wonder why I don't see them now. Maybe later I will understand that this just happens when spirit decalibrates into a human body.

I can't help but analyze... wonder... look for meaning. And out in that "real world" with all the cars and traffic and concrete and evil drug addictions, the people just see each tree, and they cut it or they smoke it, they make the most of each moment as they see it. I don't think they realize the forest, that we are a planet, we are a solar system, we are a galaxy, we are a sister to another galaxy, we are a universe.