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Tomorrow is Thanksgiving here and the day after that is the day my parents leave for Russia. The trip completely comsumes their lives. I think I might be having a nervous breakdown.

It's like horses. If the rider is nervous or scared, those emotions are in a way channeled to the poor creature. Oh, how I wish I were in animal! Then I wouldn't have to think as I must now. I would live in the Now. Amost everything I would do would be involuntary. No responsibility, no lasting worries. Just passing bliss.

But that cannot be. It is too late to regret that which I cannot control. I will simply be and accept all the hardships that come with mortality.