Weird, yet Real, I Suppose

It's weird to notice that everything I feel, no matter how strongly, seems to always change and morph into something new, which dictates the way I move through that day, that moment, and then changes again into a new kind of feeling. It kind of feels like I'm riding some tilting piece of wood over waves moving toward me. It takes some getting used to to learn how to move with it, stay on top of things, and keep moving forward. I'll keep going with it.