Oh mg, i have to speak. What am I doing? I can't sleep at night. Am I running out of time, or am I just beginning to realize how precious time is? I picture a campfire with spirits drumming around it in a perfect circle. The harmonious sounds are beautifully blending exactly in the center - merging to create our surroundings. We are communicating. Not this bullshit communication that I do almost all of the time. Something meaningful. Time is so precious. We really do not have much time. We must notice that we are being distracted. The ego wants to keep living. I am beginning to explode. On my 27th year in this life. How hard it is to be disciplined. This is my anxiety. Anxiety is not a bad thing. It's ourselves, our purpose, demanding to be heard. Disjumble the bullshit. Seek intelligence, and when you tap into it, critique it over and over and over again. We have this brilliant life to be able to do this. It will pass by in the blink of an eye. What did you see during that glimpse? Were you connected to it?I feel like the more experiential I realize life is - the huge expansive vision that we are capable of having, the more my life gets jumbled up. I am so alone I feel. Surrounded by people that I love and that love me, yet there is so little communication. I'm about to bust. Breathe deeply. Breathe deeply. . . Oh how dramatic I am. Alright, well, I did it, I began this blog. Don't ignore me anymore! I am you, who will truly make your time here worthwhile. God Bless You