Something for nothing
I haven't given up on this journalling adventure. I've merely tied myself up in so many knots and spend a lot of time, thought, and energy unravelling them. I'm still learning, though, how to do this, how to be, and act, and think, and--perhaps most importantly--do.
I am a better man than I thought I was, and that feels weird. It's heartening, I suppose, to be able to say it and mean it. The problem is that I may never be the man I wanted to be, and as the seconds tick over on my life, I get closer and closer to that word "may" changing into the word "shall."
This bothers me. Bothers me to the point that it has, recently and forever and for always, paralyzed me. Through inaction I become what I don't want to be, rather than risking the"might."
I'm learning how to risk the "might." It's not a continuum, hell, it's not even a sine wave, but it's learning, and it's steps, and I'm doing the best I can.
Hey...here's a video:
I am a better man than I thought I was, and that feels weird. It's heartening, I suppose, to be able to say it and mean it. The problem is that I may never be the man I wanted to be, and as the seconds tick over on my life, I get closer and closer to that word "may" changing into the word "shall."
This bothers me. Bothers me to the point that it has, recently and forever and for always, paralyzed me. Through inaction I become what I don't want to be, rather than risking the"might."
I'm learning how to risk the "might." It's not a continuum, hell, it's not even a sine wave, but it's learning, and it's steps, and I'm doing the best I can.
Hey...here's a video:
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