There are many questions I cannot answer, so I might not even ask. Still, information exists, and sometimes, doing what is adequate can be overwhelming for me.

The painful ideas that might appear can be easily applied to the information, but their source could easily be something else. I may know how I feel, but I should be careful in defining precisely what the reason might be.

Is it really different? What is my motivation, after all?

I’d make a deal with God—and I’d get him to swap our places.

I have to guess: Why is someone doing this? I still have to guess: Why am I doing it? So, yeah… there are moments when I know exactly why I am doing what I am doing. Or so I think. But even then, can I know what others want?

Do my ideas about others not turn them into smaller or more fantastic versions of myself? That is just like my memories of my prior ideas, and my unfounded hope for my future development can easily be mistaken for what I am doing right now.

I could try imagining to be like someone else. It is very risky.

Upside down, you’re turning me; you’re giving love instinctively.

But when I place myself in the center while seeing from the corner, is that more correct? I guess it isn’t, but what should I do? Should I stop trying to interact?

Moments of engagement always have the potential for disagreement, which can also happen if I fruitlessly try to engage with myself and become my own boss.

That’s not always a huge problem. Sometimes, I remember that this is just another complex story. My preference might differ. So what?

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up in the morning when the day is new?

I have failed and seen others fail; my doubt will never vanish. However, knowing this doubt helps me not feel too frustrated, which is essential to me.

Views change, so predictions and memories might mean something new. Is this a lie already? It could easily be. But how should I move on without moving on after?

It just seemed like heaven, so why did it end?

I will remember the facts, but I should forget the opinion that I had. That’s fresh and sometimes confusing.

I might not be here for myself all the time. I might not be here for everyone all the time. But I am here for myself sometimes, and I am here for everyone sometimes. I think that is a good start, and I will start there.

You are always welcome.