Fallen Tree (being my first post, I must explain; titles are what the posts represent in my path ;D)

You've probably drawn from my composing this entry the conclusion that I am still awake despite the fact that it is 3:10 A.M. Well, this isn't at all pleasant for me, considering I have a relatively early rising time and a relatively packed day ahead of me, but nature will be nature and my body and mind will continue to do as they please.

As I was staring into the void of nothingness that accumulated in my room once i took of my heavily graded eyeglasses and turned off all possible sources of light, for I cannot sleep any other way, my mind began to wander and found itself thinking about the dilemma I was in, this almost "insomniacish" event I'm currently experiencing.

Why can't I sleep?

I've been awake for a descent time and I've had a fairly eventful day, more eventful than most, and yet I am still not even slightly exhausted.
Maybe I'm thinking too much.

Yes, being intelligent has MANY cons.

Too many thoughts running through my mind, I suppose. Why must I always be thinking of something? Why can't I simply put my bulging brain to rest, for many other times have I come across this problem, this monstrous inconvenience. I've been pondering useless subjects, things that I have no control over, no power whatsoever, and I've also been thinking about things I've never really thought to think about before; not so much 'the meaning of life' and what not, but more so personal morality and my daily ambitions, a self-evaluation if you will. I've thought about friends, acquaintances, friends I wish were ONLY acquaintances, and acquaintances I wish were my friends. This matter pertains to an upcoming post I'm working on, but I shall nonetheless expand on it.
Sometimes I wonder about the social choices I make and the ones that I think about but don't. Life can be such a puzzle. One minute two pieces can fit together making a perfectly plausible picture, but then you see that it's not the picture you want to see or it's not at all the right picture. I despise the forces of humanity that drive us to make these mistakes in our puzzles which, in this analogy, correlate to the dangerous decisions we make. Of course these decisions are the ones that really matter, and if we never made these then we wouldn't, would we?

Those who make more daring decisions are more likely to live a shorter life, but those who make no daring decisions will not live at all.

This year at school, my 8th grade year, I joined the Philosophy Club, and I'm very glad I did, no doubt. Taught by Ms. Brittney Hartley, we (I and a group of other brave nerds) journeyed through a land of many morals and standards thought of by wise and rational men, some women, of course. Now I wish that life was as simple as the base morals that they stood by, but as our teacher taught us, life's decisions are not always stripped bare down to the core so easily. She gave us a series of ethical and moral challenges, and much of the time, we would go back and forth about which sides to take, and in the end, my conclusion, though not completely finalized (I still have to think about this) is this:

There is no answer.

I find this comforting, though not necessarily correct. I shall block wonderments of these debates until I am mature enough to handle the, excuse my language, enormous loads of crap that come with them.

For now, I'd like to stop by a tree, a bush even, maybe a little house inhabited by hospitable dwarves if I'm lucky, and take the rest I need, but my legs move to their own accord, skipping, skipping, skipping...