Unfinished

Dec 30, 2008 07:58

I have a folder on the desktop entitled FINISH ME! and it holds several letters or prewrites or Seemed-Like-It-Was-Important-When-I-Started-Its.
I'll put 'em up for shits and giggles.
You'll find they make less sense than my sense.
Or maybe they'll make more sense -- which would be another sign of my deteriorating mental state.

I’m awake at 4:30 in the morning thinking about the events of the past week, so I sit at the computer and try to catch them. I can’t. What is lacking, what is unclear, as I reread this, is my motive: sincerity.

It seems to me that people are concerned about the motivations behind your decisions.
Not so much the decision, as the delivery.

personal
adjective
1 [ attrib. ] of, affecting, or belonging to a particular person rather than to anyone else

It is, of course, a paradox that one is an individual who is inseperable from others.

2 of or concerning one's private life, relationships, and emotions rather than matters connected with one's public or professional career

Is it possible to keep the private from the public?
I’m not the first to point this out, but perhaps it’s timely to consider this.

There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face.
We can’t tell the motivations based on looks.

People are unsure of your motivations.

How does one communicate sincerity?
He swears to it, and we take him at his word.

I know what I do:
If there’s a question, I’ll ask what your motivations are. And because there’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face, I’ll take you at your word. That’s faith, trust.
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