The most interesting point that I can absolutely come to terms with this is; what makes you different from the rest? I've been thinking long and hard about a few things these past two days and the single way I can sum it all up is "I feel like I have been walking around." I want to really understand why I feel this way, but I cannot sum it up. It's just a feeling with no connections or ties to anything in the room or place.
I want to be a better person is what I guess really is on my mind. Yeah, I know I have a great deal of amazing things in my life. They continue to make my life seem higher and more of something I have been looking for. I'm on a journey. The journey gets stale some times. I want to do great things; I want to be a person who makes the most of every day and yet. It's not feeling up to my par the past two days.
I don't understand up to 90% of anything I really do. I just have a feeling in my gut and I do what I feel is the right thing to do. In my mind, it's like a constant bombardment of everything and anything you could possibly imagine. I've actually understand at least of 1/16 of the things in there. It's constantly thoughts and maybe I am just too intelligent for myself. I think that sometimes my head is going to just explode and other times. Other times I just feel like it's pretty scary some of the things I think of. Not in the sense they are scary, but the sense of how radical every idea comes to be.
If my brain could be summed up to anything it's really like I have two super huge robots that are dressed to the nines in a battle for supremacy of my mind. The only things that make sense to me in there, those are the factual things I can validate. I think that many things in my mind just sit and wait for me to come upon them. It's like this never ending hallway with an overly abundant amount of doors. Each door just sits there and continues to be unlocked but unopened. It's really hard to put into words what some doors have behind them. Some are pretty harmless and give me a chance to be validated. Other doors, they hold these foreign objects, some in which are vases and pictures that make up stories and experiences. Other objects are so abstract and unimaginable. Just large bulbous matter floating in grey space. Make no sense but just stay, coaxing me to indulge in them.
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