Sunset

If all you have at the end of your life is your memories and experiences, it could be reasoned that life is made up of these moments. The number of people for whom there are monuments is minute. So I vow to work my entire life toward having a monument in my honor when I pass but I also promise to never lose sight of the moments that make up the path I choose to walk. Those experiences and memories I spoke of so romantically are important, so I will keep them in my heart. Then at the end of it all, even if I don't have statues or pages in the history books I will still have led the kind of life that is rich in those moments.

I Enjoy This

What is in your brain? A sense of urgency? A yawn? What am I thinking about right now? The issue is that you have to turn off everything to find out. You must eliminate all distractions, no matter how important. to find out what is truly on your mind. I hum sometimes when I am writing a piece that really means something and I feel like I am on a 'roll.' That is to say that I am humming along. Ah humorous word play. But the issue at hand before my distracting confession was how do you unplug sufficiently to access what is truly on ones mind? Since I was siting here and I couldn't figure out what to write about. Then is began to unravel in my mind that I was still to jacked in to concentrate on what I was thinking. And since you write with your heart and edit later, it would behoove me to figure out what was on my mind. My assumption being that by figuring out what was truly buried in the depths of my subconscious, I would somehow magically figure out what was in my heart. Or am I simply writing away some deeper pain? Wouldn't that be this risk of figure out what was in fact in my heart of hearts. This may read strange as hell and I will make no apologies as I am clearly working through something bigger then myself.

But then the like the song changing in the headphones and I am off the path I was bearing down and on to something else. Or am I? Since I never dove deep enough into my soul to actually figure it out I couldn't possibly know if I have change the path or not. All I know is that you can't force this out like toothpaste, it has to bubble up inside me and work its way out of my fingers when it is ready. Nothing sounds worse to me then when I am forcing myself to put words out on paper. This usually manifests itself in academic works that shall we say have a certain number of words required. Although I do count myself fortunate that whatever I vomit onto those pieces is generally highly regarded and is often successful in achieving the goal of a passing grade. I do listen to music when I write. I know some people don't but I find the music excites me and helps me punch the keys on the input device of choice.

Time Will Tell

I hate feeling like I am being forced to do something. Sometimes I feel that way about things I enjoy doing. I only wish I understood how to keep something I love from becoming a forced job. One of the great mysteries of my life I suppose.

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