a lack of focus
Nearly two complete months into this new adventure, and I am still not entirely used to the concept of writing --well, in this case, typing-- as often as I have been. I was just looking back through my livejournal archive for similar two month periods. I think this has been one of my most prolific bouts; however, I am still undecided as to whether this is a good development or a bad development.
False dichotomy, idiot... Those words ring in my ears, months after having been uttered. I wonder, though, if this is wrong of me to dwell on such inconsequential mutterings, or am I according them their proper attention?
I really ought to focus my writing on something. What should I write about? I doubt I could write much about politics or the like, but perhaps I am wrong. I decided long ago that literary exploits were meant for tumblr. My poor, neglected tumblr. But, I digress.
A lot of things have faded into the past, and much remains etched upon my mind, for today is the 10th anniversary of my beloved grandfather's passing. His mistakes, his triumphs and his charms, are still being reflected, even upon myself. I have the love of gambling; the bipolarity; I'm not sure what else, but I'm sure I have it, too. Even if I don't, it's been distorted and contorted and passed along through my mother to my myself.
I don't remember much of the world before September 11th. But, what I do remember, consists of my grandparents, and bickering family members. Petty squabbles, that left me with little trust of others.
I guess, what I'm saying is, if you do as I do --and take everyone at face value -- you're missing the much larger subtext. The ghosts of the past, if you will. And there are many ghosts, not just for me, but for all of us.
Rest in Peace, Ruperto.
False dichotomy, idiot... Those words ring in my ears, months after having been uttered. I wonder, though, if this is wrong of me to dwell on such inconsequential mutterings, or am I according them their proper attention?
I really ought to focus my writing on something. What should I write about? I doubt I could write much about politics or the like, but perhaps I am wrong. I decided long ago that literary exploits were meant for tumblr. My poor, neglected tumblr. But, I digress.
A lot of things have faded into the past, and much remains etched upon my mind, for today is the 10th anniversary of my beloved grandfather's passing. His mistakes, his triumphs and his charms, are still being reflected, even upon myself. I have the love of gambling; the bipolarity; I'm not sure what else, but I'm sure I have it, too. Even if I don't, it's been distorted and contorted and passed along through my mother to my myself.
I don't remember much of the world before September 11th. But, what I do remember, consists of my grandparents, and bickering family members. Petty squabbles, that left me with little trust of others.
I guess, what I'm saying is, if you do as I do --and take everyone at face value -- you're missing the much larger subtext. The ghosts of the past, if you will. And there are many ghosts, not just for me, but for all of us.
Rest in Peace, Ruperto.