Taking my writing class this semester has really helped me dive into the depths of my thoughts. Perhaps being okay with being curious. I watch the sky or the birds or ants doing what they do and start thinking about everything. We have an essay to write our opinion on a poem called "The Summer Day." I've been thinking a lot about it not only because I have to but because I want to. I relate to it a lot. (When I get the chance I'll post it.) We also analyzed other poems and today we were talking about how we take the little things for granted when they could make an impact larger than one would think. Anyway, I keep losing my thoughts, but I was wondering if it is common for people to sit and observe the earth and its happenings and question life itself. I'd reckon that many people do, I suppose, because most everyone struggles with their faith in a creator or the created. I've also been thinking about my life a lot in the past few years, really. The way people in my life are makes me wonder why they are that way. Such as my father. I could go into more about him, but I'll leave that until I'm ready for that. He's just been in and out of my life and I truly feel like I know less about him than I really should. And because I know where he is and that I have him at the touch of a button or two, why don't I try and call and ask him about it? Truly talk to him? Am I afraid? I don't know, honestly.
OKAY. That's enough.... only because I have class in 8 minutes!!!
