what is this distance that keeps us from knowing ourselves? where are we really when we're lost in thought but not really thinking? are we always waiting to be delivered from the place we find ourselves? harbouring so many things, deep seeded feelings, that we make such an honest effort to avoid the thought of the things we must face in order to grow. if it is only myself who can truly know where my happiness lies, why are there so many people chiming in...so many people who think they have the answer. what are they answering to? i'm still searching for the questions. and i'm enjoying the search. the arrival at realization is like reaching the peak of a high and rocky mountain. i want to rejoice, to take it all in, to open my arms wide and feel that wind blow across my face. because everyone knows the wind feels different at the top of the mountain.
