"My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations." -John Green

"My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations."

Okay, so I'm assuming you're thinking "Great, another John Green quote." with all the sarcasm in the world. Well, I love his writing so...

To me, this quote is about having so much going through your head that you could not possible put those thoughts and ideas into coherent sentences, phrases, images, plans, or movements. When you're rushing around you on;y do what you're focused on, going a mile a minute. I know in cooking, like an actual restaurant job (or fast food in my case) you try to do a bunch of different things at once. You're dropping things in the fryers, taking orders, running those same orders, helping to make the food, doing prep for the next day, doing dishes, greeting customers and then turning around and telling them to "Have a great day!" and trying to stay focused on the job you were primarily given is difficult and trying to think about your life outside of your job is a challenge when you're thinking step by step "Put brisket in the microwave, toast buns, put cheese on the meat and put back into the mic" etc., etc. 

This quote also reminds me of those nights when you just have too many little things running through your mind that there isn't much else to do but lie in bed at stare at the wall or ceiling because you don't know how to put them into sentences that don't sound crazy to someone else.

Okay, if you still can't see it from my point of view, think of it this way: Imagine you're and artist. Are you imagining? Good. Okay, so you really want to paint something or sketch out a picture. You start drawing a basic sketch, painting out basic outlines, but you can't put on the paper what you're envisioning, or you just have this completely abstract idea of what you want but can't execute those scenes into a coherent picture.

Or what if you're a writer? You have this brilliant idea for these characters, how you want them to come across to your readers and you have this really cool climactic scene that is written so beautifully that it's a master piece in and of itself! But what about the beginning? How do they start out? And the end? What becomes of them? Or does your story end like John Green’s “The Fault in Our Stars" ? 

Have your thoughts ever been so jumbled and busy that they are the stars you can't fathom into constellations?