Thinking too much...

Sometimes I convince myself I'm in love.. I am in love though.. But love isn't real.... ugggghhh I LOVE IT <3 :)

Sometimes I don't understand things like this.

Sometimes I think about how we find the one that we're supposed to "fall in love" with. Do we know when they're "the one"? How do we know? Is there more than one person? How can someone have as strong as feelings as they do, but yet, the other look at them and not feel one thing. I also wonder about how sometimes we can know a person inside out and feel nothing, but yet meet someone just for but a moment but feel the world. What is that feeling called? Is that lust? Or is it love at first site? Is love real? Or is it just a feeling that we trick ourselves into thinking is there?

After thinking I know myself and know what I want, and then realizing that I don't know myself at all and am not sure of anything anymore, I get a little hesitant as to which path to take. Do I walk where it's already been paved? Or do I start fresh in a new direction and look back and glance, but not dwell on it? Or is everything just a slight variation of a path that we have already taken?

Sometimes I think everyone else has the answers and it's all about trying to find the answers. But then I step back and look at it from a distance and then realize that the answers really aren't what I'm looking for. The answers could matter less to me if the trip I take to find the answers isn't worth it. Is there ever a point in life that you know you're on the right track, or are you just expected to find the way on your own?

I guess this is where religion comes in for me, which has always been something sketchy for me. I know what I think, but I don't know what I truly believe. There's a difference between thinking something is the way it is, and then actually basing beliefs on it and trusting that is a reason why you are the way you are today. I guess I think something/someone has guided me this far and is kind of keeping me on a leash, but I don't think the leash is short at all. I think it gives me room to make mistakes and learn from those mistakes.

To be honest, I have no idea why I'm writing this. I don't think this rant has a point. There will never be any concrete answers to the questions I'm asking. All I can really say is that life is awesome sometimes and I think it's great to be dealt such a great hand.