Trains.

A really random reason made me take a look at a project I started over a year ago and gave up on almost instantaneously. And no, this is to not emphasize on the fact that I gave up on something but really just ponder about why I started it in the first place.

Hello there, I am the Earthian.

And the more I think about it, the more I try my hardest to recall why it is that I started working on that project, the more I struggle to find out the answer. Knowing me, I know I must have started it out just an impulse, which is still fine, but that's not the answer that I am seeking. I'm looking for the origin of the impulse. Because that impulse only had enough in it to start, not enough to carry on. And taking a look back at it now makes me want to start over, or maybe even continue from where I left off. But is this just another one of those impulses, I wonder. Because if it is just another one of those, I might as well just ignore it. It didn't work the last time, why should it this time? Somehow, the impulse feels stronger this time. I guess working on it wouldn't hurt either. 

Trains of thoughts are a lot of fun, and a little reminder to embrace us for who we are and have been too. 

Love, peace.