I could stay up for hours thinking about tomorrow or next week. Maybe next month or next year. I know I will do what I am suppose to do. Life is a journey and getting there is half the fun, right?? I am sure of that. But it is a typical situation I put myself in. Confusion and wonder. Envy and admiration. Year after year and nothing has changed except everything has changed. One year older. One year older. One year older. I do not worry as much as I worry. I think complex only to have my outcome be simple. I live simple yet drive fast around curves. I think about death, but I have no outlet. That is a true story.