Who Am I

What do I really want in life? Am I kidding myself? Am I fooling myself? Who am I? Sometimes I don't even know. Sometimes I don't know where I'm headed. Sometimes it's a burden to think so much. One of my friends said that to me. He knows because he's similar to me in that way. We think too much. Sometimes I envy people who don't think so much. Or at least that's what I think of them. I'm always thinking of something. It's an effort to not think. Maybe I'm so far away from the Buddhist peace of mind because of this. Who knows? Sometimes I just don't know anything. Sometimes I think of my future and don't know what to think. I have a plan, an idea of the way I'd like things to be -- but experience has taught me that life never goes the way you planned. But what about all that visualization? Doesn't that make my dreams come true? Or is it that my dreams come true in a way I didn't visualize?

Enough with this post already -- I'm thinking way too much for a beautiful Sunday morning!