Strange And Beautiful

Last night, I had a bit of a minor revelation. Then again, nighttime tends to bring out these sides of me I don't recognize.
I stay up alot of the night, usually unable to sleep because I think about too many things. During the day, I get to see and experience alot of things. But at night, the naked truth of realities, insecurities, and my bare thoughts come to me, in full waves usually in an overwhelming wave. No matter how hard I try, my mind drives me to think of pretty much everything at night.
Lately I've been thinking of alot of things, particularly, my future, and life in the next year or so. It's surreal to me that life can be so amazing and beautiful yet whether I like to admit it or not, it took a broken heart to see these things. If I hadn't gotten hurt the way I did, I wouldn't have written and analyzed my life in retrospect. I wouldn't have taken the risks I did in the past year. I wouldn't have even applied to the Missouri. It's a delicate balance when you think about it. And with all this thought about the future, I can't forget the past, specifically someone in it. Let's just say late night conversations aren't helpful, as I've realized.
It's kind of like an Aqualung song, isn't it?
Maybe that's just me.
But life is a delicate thread of nature. Sometimes it glistens, sometimes it catches things and keeps you from moving but you can't deny that when it all comes down to it, life is the most simple kind of beautiful there is. And no matter what it takes anyone to realize that, the experience is worth it.