just a thought, or two...
It has occurred to me that my compulsive note-taking the past few months has resulted in quite a few pages of inked-out thoughts. I'm rather amazed at the rate at which I'm writing; I'm writing daily, even if it is just scattered notes and thoughts that may never see the light of day.
It is my sincere hope to one day turn all these notes into some sort of comprehensive and cohesive story of my life. On a related, equally narcissistic note, I did actually start writing my autobiography at age 15. I haven't bothered to look at those notes since I wrote them, but I'm thinking some 9 (almost 10) years later is a good time to start reflecting and updating about life.
I've always considered myself to be somewhat a man of letters, even if I am pedantic, repetitive, and overly melodramatic. I think that for me, these are actually assets, signs of strength, humility, and vulnerability. Or, perhaps as is more accurate, I am still convinced that my thoughts from when I was 17 are still valid.
To a degree, I think, the suicide attempt has forever stilted me. I've been marked by tragedy so many times; 1999; 2001; 2002; 2003; 2004, to name but a few. Christ, what was so special about 2000 that it didn't leave an indelible mark upon me?
The period of 1999-2004 clearly left marks upon me in nearly every aspect of life. The period of 2004-2007 also did the same. A third phase of my maturity, 2007-2011, is underway. I think the credential program will truly be the beginning of this next phase of my life.
I've got all these analogies and thoughts running through my mind right now. In fact, this entry has been much longer (and far more revealing) than I had initially intended. So it goes...
It is my sincere hope to one day turn all these notes into some sort of comprehensive and cohesive story of my life. On a related, equally narcissistic note, I did actually start writing my autobiography at age 15. I haven't bothered to look at those notes since I wrote them, but I'm thinking some 9 (almost 10) years later is a good time to start reflecting and updating about life.
I've always considered myself to be somewhat a man of letters, even if I am pedantic, repetitive, and overly melodramatic. I think that for me, these are actually assets, signs of strength, humility, and vulnerability. Or, perhaps as is more accurate, I am still convinced that my thoughts from when I was 17 are still valid.
To a degree, I think, the suicide attempt has forever stilted me. I've been marked by tragedy so many times; 1999; 2001; 2002; 2003; 2004, to name but a few. Christ, what was so special about 2000 that it didn't leave an indelible mark upon me?
The period of 1999-2004 clearly left marks upon me in nearly every aspect of life. The period of 2004-2007 also did the same. A third phase of my maturity, 2007-2011, is underway. I think the credential program will truly be the beginning of this next phase of my life.
I've got all these analogies and thoughts running through my mind right now. In fact, this entry has been much longer (and far more revealing) than I had initially intended. So it goes...