How I'm capable of so many threads of thought, deep and meaningful in their own individual ways. It could be that no avenue matters more, and would head in a direction I am destined to travel. No, I think that is not some magical answer hanging like the stars over every planet of thought in the universe of possibility. The stars are energy. My own fear keeps me reaching in so many directions. I now know that each force of gravity could pull on me and my potential could nestle, for a time, into comfortable recognition. So I struggle between sustainability and an assertion that no one thing need hold me for too long. I am like a magnet stabilizing, and as such I know there must be a point of attraction! But now happiness is the exertion of thought and effort as wholly as possible in every direction imaginable. The fear of overexertion is the imbalance of energy in a particular direction - whether too much or too little.