I know my posts haven’t been as consistent as they usually are. That’s okay. That is life.
But life is also a bundle of emotions. Life is also feelings. Life is also thoughts.
Thoughts that always lead you to wonder who you are and what are you doing here?
Why are you so full of love when so much hate was directed at you? Why do you want to love so much? Why can’t you put all that love in one area? Why do you feel like you can’t love just one thing? Why?
And those are the thoughts I’m feeling and they don’t entirely make sense. But that’s life. Life doesn’t make sense.