Digital journal - 3:13pm

I know for a fact that these emotions I feel right now, are not the ultimate truth despite what I hope they may be. This medication has made me draw conclusions on things I know very little of. But I think there is one thing to be sure of, and that is, that all the answers I ever sought have always been right here, within me. My first few initial instincts were to figure out who to see or who to call so they can fill this empty cup I carry around. But then I was reminded by the swaying of branches and burning of trees, that maybe we should exercise otherwise. A whole lifetime spent doing the absolute same things over and over, in wonder at why they don’t change. Because a tree never blossoms in spring if it didn’t lose its leaves in fall. A person can never rise above all their shortcomings if they never had fallen. I take a sip of this drink in ponder, thinking what i just wrote resonated so much, but then I think who even cares, if not me then no one else, albeit the number of people that cared never determined this inner desire for better. And I can’t even say that it is for better; immediately that implies that for worse is unacceptable. Right now, I accept everything as is. Like a marketplace ad. And despite all the things that could be better right now, I’m actually pretty good. However I know that what I feel right now may possibly not be the truth, but then why does that matter I think to myself, for isn’t all truths merely a matter of perspective.