I have this way of making something important that isn't important at all. Hyperfocus on a detail that doesn't deserve the attention. Sometimes what is unimportant takes over my life. Minutae. Like an autistic child that can only see the freckle on your face and not the beauty of the face as a whole.
I want to live and focus on what is important. I just can't always define what that is. Not in my soul. I can speak or write about what really matters and make people go "wow, she is so right." But, I can't internalize those profound words into my own way of living.
Sometimes, I think I am broken.
Not in a way that makes me unuseable. Just in a way that keeps me from enjoying the full measure of life.
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