Glog

I wonder to myself whether I scare people away with my antics. Who really listens to what I have to say? Do they even care about it? Is there any meaning to it? Perhaps I have taken a lot of things over the top and in the process given people a perception of near madness.

I’m not even sure that there is someone in this world that understands the true me underneath the sheath of randomness. But I always ask myself, would anyone care to know who I am? The real question, am I willing to share myself with anyone? The answer is really not quite clear. It’s muddle within contradicting philosophies of life that I developed somewhere in the past and practice everyday.

In answering all these questions swirling in my head, I must open the floodgates of my mind and speak with a frankness that I have not experienced in years. Although in this short journal I can give only a trickle of what I think, feel, and experience everyday, my hope is that by doing this people might understand a bit more into my inner psyche. Perhaps I’m deluding myself in that fact, but as a plus for myself, this gives me an opportunity to give me grounding from what I perceive as a runaway madness gone awry.

It is a given that there’s always at least one thing, tangible or intangible, that drives a person’s life. For the most part, it’s always a confusing array that ties itself to the person. For me this is quite true. But when I break this array into its pure element, it all leads to one direction; I care for all people. No matter where I go, my hope is that everyone around me can forget their pain and suffering for a moment just to experience the joys that life has to offer. Am I a puss? Perhaps, but that does not concern me. So ends this edition of this hopefully long blog.