Enough about me.

Let's talk about you.
How are you today?
Is life treating you well, or do I need to drop-kick it for you?
Is starting a new year as hard on you as it is on me?
Are you a little stressed, a little anxious, tremendously excited?
Are all of the wonderful things in your life the same things that hold you back?
Are you trying to find a balance between too much space and clutter?
A balance between lazyNess and eventfulNess?
Are you entirely too busy and too free at the same time? And the most confusing part is that both of these are positive and negative at once? Is your life an entire juxtaposition, contradiction, oxymoron?
Are you living a double-life?
Or are you leaving one behind, and foolishly clinging steadfastly?
Is your entire identity wrapped up in the thesis that it's impossible to know who you are?
Or do you realize that it's imposible to not know who you are, because whoever you are is who you are?
Do your own thoughts confuse you?
Does nothing make sense?
Do you scream in silence?
Are you the most content and fulfilled and frustrated and impatient with yourself that you've ever been?
Do you know what your own expectations for yourself even are?

Cuz if you don't, then you might be just like me.
I guess it's all about me after all.
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This is not self-pity.
It's poetry.
Don't take it too seriously.

My thought for today:

EXCITING = FRIGHTENING

anxiousNess