Questions

Why are people nice?
 
Why is dancing fun?
 
Why do people want to grow up? And why do they look down on people who stay like children?
 
Why do some let others annoy them?
 
How do people change? Why do they change?
 
Why do people ask questions they know they will never get a satisfactory answer to?
 
Why does the answer "that's life" make so much, and at the same time, so little sense right now?

 
 I gave a friend a massage last night. Nothing unusual about that, except I felt like I knew what I was doing. I really don't, I just try to do what I think would feel best if I were the one being massaged. This mind set of doing what I would like to have done if I were in their place seems to be my innate guiding philosophy.  It doesn't always work, individual idiosyncrasies manage to get in the way sometimes. I don't even really think about it, I'm not sure I every consciously did.

I'm almost ready for the summer to be over and school to begin. There are so many things on the brink of happening, things I am looking forward to, and others I am not. Work, classes, relationships - Change and changes I can see, that are beginning, or are nearly ready to begin. I feel as though I were poised on the edge of a cliff, about ready to jump into the pool of water below, but not quite there. Only Time will bring me to the edge, and beyond.

What is time? I don't think I want that question answered.