One of the most important things for me to do is to write. I remember as a young child 7-8 yrso, I would tell stories to myself and write stories all afternoon on a sunny day outside. They most often started with “and then”. Each chapter would continue with “and then”. Even now I seem to receive an enormous amount of satisfaction and increased self-esteem simply by writing what is on my mind.
Due to that compulsion, I have written journals dating back to my early twenties. Every once in a while, I pick up an old friend and languish in the joy and misery of times past. I am often amazed, and amused as well, by some of the nuggets that I have thought to paper.
Here are some samples:
“Safety in a shipwreck can only be appreciated from the side of disaster.” – January 2012
“Happiness is not simply about laughter or sexual release or being fulfilled, or purposeful, or determining why we are here. No, it’s the feeling of contentment of knowing we are being here in the moment, exerting as much focus as possible on keeping love in our hearts for as many minutes as possible; so that at the end of the day we can feel that we have invested sufficient amounts of time and energy to be able to say; “I did my best”. – January 2012
“Love is also fiery with contrast – looking for a new and exciting place to land.” – December 2011.
“Changes are like emotions. They can occur quite unexpectedly, like no rhyme or reason. They take us by such surprise that we are caught totally off guard and simply unsure of the direction to take. All we know is that we have to deal with a new environment that will require the same attention, minute by minute, feeling by feeling, ever mutating to the point of near insanity. Constantly we examine our truth. Being true to oneself can invite the Freudian mind to intercept and pirate our thoughts to less qualified endings.” – December 2011