counting costs

life is believed to be so complex and complicated. like pouring water into a pitcher on a windy day. the water dissapating into the air, on your clothes, but the water burns.
perhaps things are much easier than most think. perhaps when one realizes what they really want out of being, things relax a bit and items fall into place.
if im wrong however, you might end up in the gutter with old newspaper boats and molding leaves.
ahh the collective 'you.' journalists hate it. i just think its preachy, but i use it anyway.