Sometimes………
Sometimes I think everything is too messed up to be right again.
If it ever was right.
So if you think about it I wouldn’t know if everything was right again.
So I don’t know what right is.
I’m thinking that may be messed up.
And that my friend I know is not right.

Sometimes I think peoples lives are like templates.
Nobody wants to go out and be something different.
I think a lot of that is based on fear.
A fear of what though…….
I’m afraid to do new things because I'm obsessed with failure.
I let the thought that people’s impressions of me are based entirely on my failures and mishaps, run my life, and pollute my mind.
To the extent maybe that it could one day give me an ulcer.

Sometimes I think what about everything is actually worth.
What are we doing these for, why do we strive for things.
Happiness?
Maybe we do them for the happiness of others.
Would that in turn be worth more?
Selflessness…
I think selflessness is priceless.

Sometimes I think about selflessness.
How do you know when you do something selflessly?
I’ve considered that maybe if you know that it is selfless it isn’t.
I thought this because you were thinking about it being selfless, isn’t that making it about you, and if it’s about you it’s not selfless is it!
Is striving to be selfless an oxymoron?
So I thought about it and came up with this, you’ll never know if you’re being selfless, only other people will.

Sometimes I think I’m crazy.
Maybe you’ve considered me so, by reading what I write.
(Know that I don’t revise certain things I write. I think that takes something away from it)
But it’s not about you it’s about me.
And I think the fact that I realize that some of the things I do……
Might be deemed “crazy”
Makes me not so.

Sometimes I think I think too much.
So that’s all I’ll think of right now.

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