Pay no attention to anything I say. Everything written in my journal is just the incoherent ramblings of a man who is more than a little crazy. They're either that, or complicated rhetoric (of which I am a master).
Look longingly upon the rose petals that float serenely down the stream. Gaze upon their wondrous beauty and feel envy. Feel Envious that you cannot also drift through life without a care in the world and with nothing to anchor you. Feel envious that you do not get to taste their freedom....