atlas cannot win,
trees cannot grow forever.
i cannot think well.
every once in awhile i question myself and ask if i am trying to hard, if what i'm doing is ok or am i really pushing the envelope too far. Usually this pertains to people, my friends, and if I am trying too hard to earn their respect and whatnot. I can stop myself though because i know that they still love me in everything I do, but i still get scared that i might just be flat out annoying or stupid. These thoughts don't take me very far though, and i begin the trek in the other direction. I am loved. I have been graced. it seems so easy to write in this state, like i could go on forever but I'm not i am going to get some sleep, its late and I have a long week ahead.
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