A tasty kharmic filling

The world is a much brighter place than it seems on a regular basis. A much busier and complicated place than we seem to think. We have this idea that we can, or even need to understand the world around us. Maybe we should spend time trying to understand ourselves? Maybe a little reflection on me? We all want people to focus on us, to figure us out and we complain when no one can or does. How can we expect someone to do that when we can't? Especially when we are too scared to talk about any of the things that we actually want to know, or want people to know about us. If we realized that we are all that scared, no matter the mask we put on it, maybe we could get things straight. Maybe make some progress. Toward what, I have no idea. I'm just as confused and scared as everyone else. I have as bad a problem with telling people the things I want them to hear, just as scared about taking risks with people. The most confusing thing in the world seems to be my life. Or maybe it's life in general.

No, upon further review it is definitely my life. I mean, I totally understand everyone else's.