Everything's missing but nothing's wrong?

It's one of those fine days when you just want to take a long quiet walk and just let everything soak in. Just breathe in all the air you can. The wind is so crisp and clear, too! This is one of those days that I can just smile, looking ahead, and trip over all my surroundings.

Sometimes I wonder what's worth the fight when everything is said and done. Que sera, sera... the song of bittersweet apathy.

I feel like such a renegade at war when I turn around and realize where I am and where everyone else is. How is everyone able to do it right? Why will I never be like them? Do I need to? Should I want to? Who's really the smart ones?

Windy days make me think like this.