In the past, if multiple authors simultaneously had the same idea, they could both publish it independently and perhaps one would get famous for it, but neither would be accused of copying because it simply wouldn’t be possible. But now, people are able to freely explore almost everything that has ever been written EVER, so it is quite unlikely that an idea was not stolen in some sense. However, if you are not actively seeking out other’s ideas, I think it is entirely possible that multiple humans could independently arrive at nearly identical thought streams. Six hundred words really isn’t a lot if I simply allow thoughts to flow out from my brain onto the paper. The quality of the words, however, will not be high. It will be mere rambling that doesn’t make much sense, but the making of sense is not the purpose of this exercise. Perhaps after a few weeks of regularly doing this, the sense will make itself. Or it will not and it will continue to be nonsense. But I enjoy nonsense, so I am also okay with that. I wish I had a way to capture the silly quick-witted thoughts that I have when interacting with other people. I suppose that’s what this could be. However, instead of responding wittily to other’s words, I need to learn how to respond wittily to my own thoughts. I could write conversations or I could write rambling thoughts on specific topics, or I could try to write those stories about love… but I don’t know if I really have much to say about love. Love should be the most simple thing we do, but for some reason the thought of it often dregs up insecurity and uneasiness and creates a fear… but fear is the opposite of love. Or is it? I think in a way it can be. Fear can get in the way of love. I’m not sure if it is the opposite necessarily, because you often fear for the safety of those you love and you fear losing them, so sometimes fear can be an expression of love. But feeling insecure in love is perhaps not really loving. Not loving deeply and truly. True deep love is not insecure about whether the love is reciprocated. It simply is. It does not need to be rewarded or reminded. It is happy to just be. To love is to allow yourself to truly flow freely into another person, place, thing, or being, without any expectations of reward or fear of compromise.