#AmWriting (Taken with instagram)
Sometimes, I just want to pinch his cute little cheeks… But he doesn’t like it much when I do that. (Taken with instagram)
An amazing way to spend the afternoon. Every person on earth should read this book. (Taken with instagram)
Life is interesting.
It’s odd how it’s possible to be happy and stressed and depressed and blissful and blessed all at the same time. Only the most complicated of beings could possibly achieve that kind of inner mayhem…
How is it that I can have so much and yet still have so much yet to accomplish? Why do I feel like my brain is constantly engaged and I’m growing and becoming, but I feel so aimless sometimes? Then when I feel emblazoned with purpose, something happens to delay my achievement, and I’m left in limbo again?
There are times I stop myself, and times outside forces stop me, and often enough it’s both simultaneously.
I have no room to complain, and I don’t think I’m really complaining… just contemplating. I believe that everything happens for a reason and a purpose, often one that I’m not privy to until quite later on when it’s usually no longer an issue. And that’s okay; I don’t need to know everything.
Only I wish I knew enough to not have my own special mixture of depression and elation combined with gratefulness that equals total conflict. But life is about conflict, I know that much.
I wish I had better patience and stronger faith. Then I wouldn’t have the turmoil and the wondering about all the little things that aren’t in my control. It’s so pointless and pre-occupying and draining.
And yet, here I am.