Yesterday I was looking at a video of space on a friends facebook page and it made me realize that we are just small specks on the map compared to what is out there. I felt so guilty for worrying about my little problems like leg cramps or stuff my sister said to me 20 years ago, or having a problem with someone in traffic last week (That’s a long story for another entry)
There is just so much to think about. Dealing with everyone else’s emotions and my own every day. Being expected to know what everyone else is going through. Last time I checked, I don’t read minds. Being expected to know what I am going to be doing ten years from now. I can’t even picture getting out of bed every single day, let alone knowing what I am going to do with my future. (My family gets on me to plan a future sometimes. I know that my job won’t last forever.) Why does everything get dumped on me? I am just a human being. How do I deal with all of this?
This is not intended to sound like I am feeling sorry for myself. It is just things I think about daily. It is not meant to sound melancholy either, everything is fine. I am sure that we all think of these things once in a while. Just some random morning thoughts I wanted to get down before they escape me.