Another night.
Only 3 hours sleep.
The night before I slept for almost 11 hours. We keep operating in extremes. happiness and sadness seem to be colliding in my life. It's like that which makes me happy is always so transient. Is this the same for everyone?
So I woke up. And instead of going jogging, I chose to go online. Sit in front of the computer. Watch some TV. Be lullabyied to sleep by the boob tube.
It's all so confusing to me. This ride that I'm on. I can't seem to get a grip and I can't seem to be able to come out on the other side. I don't know...I know what I'm saying doesn't make sense unless you're in my head. And I'm not even in my head half the time.
I can say this since I can't seem to be able to keep my mouth shut in real life.
After reading excerpts of Bruce Jenner's interview this morning, during my sleep withdrawal, I realized that we're all in search of our true selves. I've learned not to judge or condemn people's lives because we're all really searching for the answers, for the clues to this crazy life, and when we find that little bit of escapism that helps us connect to some happy, we pursue it, until the next thing comes along. So I try not to judge because I don't have the answers. I don't even know how to walk away from that which causes me to go to extremes, that which keeps me up.
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