This place is full of ghosts
It's funny, looking here and seeing how long it's been since people talked with their journals. Feels like walking through an old abandoned school...phantoms on the walls, people I'd completely forgotten had ever existed, but here are all our lives, plain as day, in that big ol' expanse of internet-wackiness.
So hi Livejournal. I haven't posted anything in 6 years. I like your new UI.
Two posts ago, I talk about starting going to spoken word events and poetry slams. Found a world and never looked back it seems. Today, I've won national championships. I've won international championships. I've been published in two languages. I've won the City of Burlington's award for Arts Person of the Year. I'm a full-time performing musician. And I'm 31.
Now, God knows why anybody would be reading through this journal, but I think back on it, and think about a young guy who wasn't assured of his own survival. This information is all here in the ether...and if nobody reads it, it doesn't exist...but if it exists, it should have some kind of final thought.
I'm doing great. I'm happier than I've ever been. I've figured out a hell of a lot of things about myself and others...I've learned about the shit ways I treated people (especially women), and have made every step I can to just be a better person.
Today, I like the person I am. I'm living a life I enjoy. I have a moderately successful arts career. I'm okay.
That's all I really wanted this story to know. That I'm okay.
Peace
-Dan
So hi Livejournal. I haven't posted anything in 6 years. I like your new UI.
Two posts ago, I talk about starting going to spoken word events and poetry slams. Found a world and never looked back it seems. Today, I've won national championships. I've won international championships. I've been published in two languages. I've won the City of Burlington's award for Arts Person of the Year. I'm a full-time performing musician. And I'm 31.
Now, God knows why anybody would be reading through this journal, but I think back on it, and think about a young guy who wasn't assured of his own survival. This information is all here in the ether...and if nobody reads it, it doesn't exist...but if it exists, it should have some kind of final thought.
I'm doing great. I'm happier than I've ever been. I've figured out a hell of a lot of things about myself and others...I've learned about the shit ways I treated people (especially women), and have made every step I can to just be a better person.
Today, I like the person I am. I'm living a life I enjoy. I have a moderately successful arts career. I'm okay.
That's all I really wanted this story to know. That I'm okay.
Peace
-Dan