You know what? Life's confusing, right.
There's so much going on in my head now that I cannot even begin to explain. These thoughts range to and from various extremes; for example, important things like family, friends and exams (eeek!) - and then less obscure, unimportant ones, such as working out why England can't bowl out Bangladesh, why Murray can't work out that Berdych doesn't like, and can't cope with, being moved around the court in a rally, and why on earth that man from the cruise ship is through to the semis of a show that supposedly presents the best of British talent.
Anyway.
Why is it, then, that when you try and solve a problem or overcome an issue, you usually make it worse - and why is it, that when you leave things to one side and ignore them and try and move on, they often turn out to be okay anyway? I've asked myself these questions recently and am no closer to finding anything that resembles a solution. There are also people around, close to me, who need to take various steps back and learn just how important those two scenarios and their ouctomes are. In the grand scheme of life, do these things really matter anyway? No.
There does come a time however, when you can care too much. Over-emphasis on anything that is close to your heart usually results in irrational thought processes and consequently rash actions which do yourself no favours at all. Well then, what does it mean to care? How can you express feeling if, in today's society, you end up being ridiculed or simply made to feel worse than at the start, all because you show a caring nature in the first place?
At the end of the day, nearly all of us mean well all the time. Humans, on the whole, are not genuinely bad people. We are all one and the same, and yet are so different. People are wired up in contrasting ways; ways that are not always compatible and that cannot always work in tandem - it's why I think Manchester United are the greatest football club on the planet and the next man says it's Barcelona - I can take that, no problem. My voice is only one of billions.
And anyway, to quote a fictional, old and green wise man, "it matters not".
I don't believe there are answers to such questions. I observe, I think, and I notice the littlest things. Others don't have that ability. But then they're better off in some other way, and such characteristics define us.
Sometimes, life's a vicious circle, and it's just how well you avoid the swinging blade and recover from the times it does hit you, that matters. And each time it does hit, we become wiser for it.
