I am convinced one of my biggest problems is an immature imagination. I look at the world through such a narrow lens and can't enjoy the possibilities and opportunities that lie before me at every moment. I can't envision things making more sense some day, so I get mad at stupid stuff and I feel guilty about the wrong things. I demand that my life make sense now! Every once in a while, I have a mature enough imagination to actually enjoy the life I have been given. I contently ponder where my life is going rather than demanding that life work. Maybe there is a reason the chain saw wont start.