I've developed an expectation that this misadventure of a life of mine is just training so that I can better help others some day.

It's a slowly growing list but I'm honing in on the things that make me most at peace ( Read more... )

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I concern myself with so much, all the time. My mind just keeps trying to analyze everything and that is a key ingredient of all of my problems. These problems are simply pro-active negative thought; logic manipulated by some sort of subtle, anxiety ridden backdrop that perhaps is just a part of me. The anxiety alone wouldn't be so bad if it weren' ( Read more... )

It has been four years now in the heart of the city ( Read more... )

Last night in my dreams I was high up on plains amongst the mountains. Under a bright sun I trudged through crisp, white snow to a distant hillside, where the snow was sparse but rock, moss and alpine shrub were abundant. Around me were some sheep that were entirely at ease with my presence. And there I sat and soaked it all in ( Read more... )

It's possible that I read too many war autobiographies.

In an unfortunate turn of events we were burgled about a month ago, while we slept no less. The burglars crept in, took only the most valuable of items and only from the common areas ( Read more... )

I'm a ghost in this journal now, but it's fairer to say that I'm in some kind of literary hibernation. I could justify saying that the hibernation extends further than that but it's besides the point. The point is that I will be back, sometime ( Read more... )

Once again I start writing in the same heartfelt fashion that fuelled previous journal forays of old. Except once again I have just deleted words before they could ever be saved. I bite my tongue more and more and words are again lost forever. And so the sentiments of the moment leave no scar.