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Thoughts. Is it ever often considered how much we as human beings think in a day? Quite a lot of ideas, plans, aphorisms, imaginations, wonders, if you think about it. There is so much going on in our heads, about anything and everything. What we did that day, what we planned to accomplish, who we would meet, if we had time to finish what we needed to do, if you'd actually have to wait in line to get lunch, if your crush would actually acknowledge you that day; the list goes on and on and on. Very rarely do we stop, reflect upon what we've done and what we've thought, and moved on. Few have mastered it, and many still endlessly wander through the maze of their mind.

At times, I wonder if the thoughts will continue, even after this life, or the life after that, or the life after. It is a scary thought, to actually think forever, perpetually lost in random crevices of our imagination. Will it ever stop? 

No one really knows, but then again, who ever will?

I write this in hopes that whoever reads this understands why I am writing this message, and why I've decided to start writing this blog. Many times in my short life, I've always felt the urge to write about something, and actually stick to writing in it every single day of my life. There have been attempts, but alas, they've all been in vain. It's funny, we try so often to focus on doing things in our life on a daily basis that we lose track of the purpose of the thing that we are actual doing, or rather, we get so focused on the purpose that we lose track of the things that we really do to achieve that goal.

However, I think deciding to act upon doing this daily grind of writing might do me a shred of good. When it all comes down to it, I think too much and sometimes, the build up is far too massive for my brain to handle.
Nowadays, anything seems to be far too massive for my brain to handle.

Life.

Rather than rambling on and on about what I need to do, and about how writing this blog is going to help me or some lucky person who runs into it one day when they're looking up how to draw pictures of the wind, I am simply going to write to write. That's all that seems to matter at the moment.

Wait. No it doesn't. My life and everyone else's and how their opinion affects mine seems to matter, do I care? A little bit. Should I not? Probably.

Oh well. 

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