There is a lot to be confused about life in this world. We are experiencing a new world and we are not sure what will happen. It feels like it’s about to split in two and this tension comes in waves. The feelings, like the NEWS, have an explosive nature. Each one of us is a mine. Even in the happy moments, I remember that there is pain going on right now. Focusing on reality and reading reality is difficult, because what’s real and our own ideas of real is questionable. If we are just products of nature and nurture, why don’t we wake up and ask:
Who am I? And what in the Hell is going on in THIS World?
I don’t know why, but writing feels good to me and gives me momentary meaning. It helps with all those errands and feedings of this human body. I miss myself. Like a lost city soul, I go through my life with a pompous look in my face, pretending that I know it. I spew my opinions and judgements from small things to big, but the maze continues and there is no end in sight.
Sunny Afternoon by the Kinks
The tax man’s taken all my dough
And left me in this stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can’t sail my yacht
He’s taken everything I got
All I’ve got’s this sunny afternoon
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I gotta big fat mama trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In a summertime
In a summertime
In a summertime
My girlfriend’s run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tails of drunkenness and cruelty
Now I’m sitting here
Sipping at my ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay
‘Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In a summertime
In a summertime
In a summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I gotta big fat mama trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In a summertime
In a summertime
In a summertime
Olia Rights 
What you feel is called beginning of awakening in Buddhism. Not everyone feels this way, by the way. Those who ask the question get to see how simple life really is, I hear. Cool you are walking towards it, sister!