nothing

Where am I going.. who do I trust, who are my friends?
Why does the mind desperately seek out abstract answers to abstract questions...
But.. what do I pursue... what direction. The question is always looming.. going away and coming back. What does it mean to be in the world?

Just my own thoughts playing with me I guess. I try to pay less attention to my thoughts day by day. They seem to get in the way more than anything, slow me down. If life is movement, my "talking" thoughts are usually stagnant. Dynamic thought has a way of flowing too fast for words, though still remaining symbolic in nature. I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about...

I feel surrounded by the shit of the world, yet still free and light-hearted as a child. I can enjoy a simple breeze immensely, as if it is heaven, and then fall into a dark hole thinking about something negative.. I suppose one goal of mine would be to cease all self-focused thought. It is just rarely ever.. fun. Beliefs are baggage. Rusty iron things being dragged around by chains.

it is truly pathetic the way the mind tries to organize and categorize life.