Observation #623

Sometimes I feel like there is so much going on that I am pulled in a hundred different directions. And I start to think that if one more thing happens I might come apart like they do in Star Trek when they "beam" places.

It won't be painful or ghastly. Maybe a brilliant burst of light. Or a barely audible pop. Or perhaps just a slow disintegration into the individual particles that make up the thing I have come to think of as me.