On the subway tip. I'm feeling a little subversive at the moment. I think I get this way after being alone in my thoughts for a while and my mind starts working in overdrive. It's only 3:22 am. Why do I make it hard for myself to wake up in the morning?

I'm a walking contradiction. The most ironic thing about it is that I'm not just walking. That is the nature of human nature. Understanding is never quite what we make it out to be. Why are we struggling to balance ourselves when we would love to have things tip in our favor not as an exception but as the rule?

Happiness is not in the picture, it's in the frame.

I'm trying. Bear with me as I wrestle with this.

Amen.