Defined

I realized something, not just today but everyday. I come to this notion and then dismiss it like a call boy only to find it creep into my mind tommorrow. I am crazy. Insane even. I talk to myself when I’m alone and find humor in dispair. I try so hard to convince myself that its ok, that everyone is a little crazy, but that just isn’t the case. Not everyone is crazy. Not everyone finds life to be a novel full of empty chapters waiting to be written. Not everyone contemplates how they got to this point, at odd times in the day thinking how thier journey has brought them here. Not everyone feels small in the world when they look at the beauty the Earth has. No, not everyone can laugh at themselves at the height of a joke at there expense. And not everyone falls in love with someone without even knowing them. I find the smallest moments in life to be the most meaningful. I never forget anything that left me feeling loved or hated. Reading this now I realize something even more, that God made me this way and if the definition of being crazy is me then crazy is what I’ll be.