Lately I have been wishing that I could resist the time of finding myself, getting finished with school, overcome my fears of the what-to-do-next-situation and especially to just ignore all the things which hurt. Because I admit I cannot cope with the fact that I am still not feeling good, after all what happenend. But let's move on to the next topic. Some day I will know for sure that it was a mistake thinking like that. People might agree with it, finding yourself can be the most outrageous time but also the most exciting one. I tell you one thing: The sun is still rising, even with pain.
So here's the next topic. Have you ever lost your mind? Or just the constellations of words your language makes when you want to say something? There must be some days we all talk nonense, at least Lewis Carroll taught me to. Back in the days when we all read the stories about the 7-and-a-half-exactly year old Alice nobody was complaining about what might happen tomorrow or the next day. Sometimes I wake up to the sound of a clock ticking and think about six impossible things before breakfast. I think we all should be wondering whether it is worth it to be insane instead of wondering whether it all makes sense. Because I can tell you it does not, we are all mad here.
