I've been thinking a lot lately.  Thinking about life.  Thinking about love.  Thinking about the past, the future, and what it all means.  And I've come to somewhat of a conclusion.

I don't need to think so much.

Life has a funny way of happening.  It has a funny way of being perfect and just right all the time.  Even when it doesn't feel like it's going the way it's "supposed" to, it is.  I have to remind myself of this in the troublesome and worrisome times, and it's difficult to remember, but it's true.