Thinking

Sometimes i like to just sit and think. Maybe under a tree with the cold chilly wind blowing through my hair, maybe on the ocean side beach warm sand mushed between my toes. Somewhere peaceful. I think about so much too much i cant even write it all here. No its just not possible to count the memories and thoughts that come whirling spinning through my head mixing into a philosophy, idea or wondrous dream. I think of love and how it can be the happiest thing that ever happens to you but it can hurt you worse than anything how its like a rubber band stretched between two people and when one lets go, it hurts the other. I think about why its us here and not something else. In the big picture of things where did we come from? Who decided that a universe and people should form and have things these humans will never understand and that some will sit and think like me. Maybe God did. But who created God? It is unreasonable to say he just existed. I think about global warming, my hopes if being an author. How a single quote can spark for me a deliciously sweet decisive story of beautiful words plunging into my head. Even my fears when my pulse runs when my heart and adrenaline pulse rapidly this all is what exactly? Fear but if we weren't told of the horrors that beasts like bears so rarely perform...we wouldn't have reason to fear anything. For its the realization that something may hurt you that causes fear. Sometimes I wonder why being ugly isn't pretty why people don't want blemishes on their skin.Who decided they were so bad anyway? Or what is normal? Sure its what everyone does but at some point being mainstream is to mainstream right? All the thoughts you can think happen under the openness of the blue sky. With any streetlights or buildings blocking your view your bound simply to what you know what you are familiar with. And then if this is all it is where is there room to dream? When i look up all the things humans aren't supposed to know floods my mind, and im glad we cant know some things if we knew everything than i wouldn't be able to get a good think in there every once in a while. I know i sound crazy but all i want out of life is this, a simple little life with all the complexities hidden beneath. A life you might describe as any adjective that makes you think like I do. Because sometimes i like to just sit and think. Maybe under a tree with the cold chilly wind blowing through my hair.