It seems that the wheels of life all to frequently like to get sticks thrown in them, seemingly grinding it to a halt. Ruts suck, day in, day out, nothing new(apparently). The thing that scares me most is that I won't be able to change, won't be able to evolve, won't be able to learn. That is really the scariest thought I can think of, the funny thing about thoughts though is that if you believe them, they can become your reality. A sticky trap indeed. Where to draw the line between reality and idea? Between who you are, and who you think you are, between what you are capable of, and what you think you are capable of? It seems to easy to take the philosophical, or anti-philosophical road of "loss of self", advised by many eastern spiritualists. But an idea so simple is translated by different people differently, it's like you read the same book, and get totally different things out of it. Though I guess that is life. You can only live your life, see life through your eyes. The only REAL experience is the individual experience. Reminds me of when I was way into Hermann Hesse, and reading Steppenwolf, he wrote a preface to the book, many years after writing the book itself, talking about how many people were pulling ideas for themselves out of the book, ideas that the author didn't intend to express. How the difference between what young readers got out of the books, and what older readers got out of the book. Though his final stance is that he hopes everyone gets what they want out of the book, and to conclude I guess life is like a book, where individuals get what they want out of their existences.