… I wonder what it is that I am doing.
Why am I here?
For what reasons do I do the things I do? Feel the way I feel?
Why is it always more complex, more tangled and crazy and fucked up than I thought it to be?
Why does the path steepen the farther I walk along it?
Some days I just want to shout at the sky.
You’ve said it all already, so I’ll just say ‘yep.’
And the more we ask why…the more elusive the answers seem to become. At least that has been my experience!
Always here within shouting distance for whenever you’d like to call out to more than the sky.