Have you ever just sat there in front of somebody trying to talk your ear off, but you don't actually hear a word they're saying? In fact you barely even see their lips moving, simply because you are so lost on the inside, searching through your own stuff. Then when that anonymous person on the outside asks if you are paying attention, you just nod your head and reply. . .uh huh. . . yeah. But then, when each separate conversation is over, you look up into that persons eyes as they ask you what you think they should do. You sit for a minute (pretending that you are contemplating your answer) then reply,
". . . ummmm. . . you should do what any other person in your situation should do." Now you know that this poor confused human has to search inside them self to find the answer on their own, but in the end everybody thinks that your a good/wise friend helping out others.

I sit and look up into the trees of our forest, and wonder about the things I find in life. Most of the time it feels as if life is simply a lie, just a myth of my own imagination. But then it’s like something hears my cries and comforts me in the wind. Although my body is week and somewhat fragile, I still sit against the whirling wind. Its gusts thrust my body and force me to shut my eyes, but my ears never quiet. . . Even though I am blinded I can still hear the howling of the frantic wind, and feel its urging to get up, but still sit, and wait for reassurance.