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Yesterday when I was on the phone I was asked what I ultimately wanted out of life in a nut shell. In the process neither she nor I understood the spark of the ever so long conversation brought on by it. I wish I had a tape recorder to capture some of my lengthy tirade but of course I didn’t, I don’t. Perhaps this is my chance to be a good writer. To recall what was said… what was done precisely and being articulate in doing so. Is it simply a lesson of good memory skills? If so I’m screwed….I was never good at those childish picture memory matching games… But if there is even the slightest chance that along with the corniness we have an inner tape recorder I hope I find it….oh yea its called memory right?
So what did I say…Success. But what is success? Somehow a brain I thought was empty soon answered. It is reaching goals, it is happiness, it is that white picket fence fairy tale, it is a lot.
Something was said about a car mirror….and about some sort of lesson? So that the mirror your looking at…no no...Looking at the big picture, the picture with the mirror in it…but its so big you can’t see your reflection in it….
…this is my chance to be a good writer? Hah…I failed…Too bad I didn’t write that down. Maybe I need more questions like that, Question to make me think and perhaps spur some good out of this lumpy brain of mine. Maybe…just maybe…
I apologize; do shit filled comments produce shit filled journals? Shit filled brains? Are we just all full of shit?!!
…THINK…I feel like a helpless old man swatting at spiderwebs…
So what did I say…Success. But what is success? Somehow a brain I thought was empty soon answered. It is reaching goals, it is happiness, it is that white picket fence fairy tale, it is a lot.
Something was said about a car mirror….and about some sort of lesson? So that the mirror your looking at…no no...Looking at the big picture, the picture with the mirror in it…but its so big you can’t see your reflection in it….
…this is my chance to be a good writer? Hah…I failed…Too bad I didn’t write that down. Maybe I need more questions like that, Question to make me think and perhaps spur some good out of this lumpy brain of mine. Maybe…just maybe…
I apologize; do shit filled comments produce shit filled journals? Shit filled brains? Are we just all full of shit?!!
…THINK…I feel like a helpless old man swatting at spiderwebs…