They can mean so much.
They can be of joy, of pain, sadness, from choking on an apple bite, lots of stuff.
But then... Why do they always come to me when I hurt? When I am sad? Is there a problem with me?
I have never cried from joy. Never because I was so happy that I just had to cry.
Am I broken? Does everyone cry all the kinds of tears?
Joy, pain, sadness, Snow White's predicament.
I just don't know.
Have you ever read a book and the whole time your mind is trying to guess the ending, the outcome, or the end of the chapter? Well haven't you ever noticed it ruins the story? If the entire time you are focusing on the end and not enjoying the journey?
Well I really wish I could just read a book and think of nothing else. Because a lot of the time while I read, my mind wanders as my eyes wander and then I realize I have read an entire page but not absorbed any of it.
Can you relate?
If I had the time in a day I would write and write and write until I had written a book, a sequel, a story so long and full of detail that I would never get tired of reading it and never be embarrassed of showing it to people. They in turn would read it and tell me what they thought because it would be good enough to provoke thought.
If I had the time in a day I would watch all the episodes on Netflix that actually interested me. Then I would write a review for every single episode and make each detail so perfect you, the reader of my review would know just what to expect and it would actually influence if you watched it or not.