The Joys of Life

I wish I could accurately put my thoughts into words.  I can write pages and still am not able to express what goes through my brain.

There is so much I don't know.  There is so much I don't understand.  Instead of growing wiser with my years, I feel like I am realizing more and more how finite I am and how little I understand.

But that's okay, because the world is supposed to end tomorrow.  At least I think it was tomorrow...