Life
What is the deal with life? Complicated and happy and sad. So much to worry about, think about, fix. Do people really think that life is easy? It seems like people just let life happen and I am sitting here toiling and slaving and working my ass off. Can I just let go? Can I just let go and let life happen? I'd cut the jobs and cut the goals and cut the responsibilities. Most importantly I'd add more love in my life. All I want is to work and be loved. Why can't it all be that simple? I love to work, but all of this is taking away the shine. Bliss would be to get up at 6 or 7am, go to work, build something, and go home to enjoy the people I love. A simple life. No, even that life would be complicated. Love always complicates things. Emotions complicate things. Now that I'm feeling so much there's so much to feel. So much pressure to deal with and I put it all on myself. Run. Push and run and don't look back. Hide. Here I sit, in my hole, hiding from the world. Naught shall I peek out from my hermitage, but I have to eventually. Don't I? Have to go to work eventually. Someone is going to call, email, or IM me. People are everywhere and life goes on. "We are intrepid." The world keeps on turning.