from a great height

Often times, it feels as though the things that bring you down are like weights. Like for instant, some of the things that bring me down in life, is how I often over think everything.

Have you ever drawn something on a piece of blank paper, and then took an eraser and began madly erasing the page? Rubber shavings everywhere and the page is burning from the friction, but you persist, even if you can't see the mark anymore. Eventually you hit a snag, and the paper gets caught in the movement of the eraser and it rips a large hole into it. That's how I feel sometimes with my thinking pattern. I also have a hard time living in reality sometimes, but that one's too hard to explain.

But it's the things about the world around you and your life as a human being that get you down, they cause pressure, and one could compare them to weights being put onto your body.

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like without the weights. I wonder if you had nothing to worry about, and the weights being off your body, if you would just float up through the trees and into the sky. Not literally, of course, but hopefully you're catching my drift.

On your voyage you'd float up too high, not be able to breathe and everything would get cold, and eventually, you'd float so high that life would end. Maybe I'm being a little too metaphorical that it's not making sense, but it does to me.

So maybe we need these weights. We need these weights to hold us down, and to make us stronger. If not stronger, at least hold us onto the earth.

Anyway.