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.