THE BIG QUESTION:
I have been asked a lot of late why I feel the need to have my personal life read on the world wide web by everyone.. it seems that my need to be known and my random pronunciamentos, with its non-traditional clotted cliches and deep philosophies of my own heart which sometimes turned into a kind of poetry, both majestic and absurd and evidently questionable or atleast questioned have been a flurry of discussion!!
So on that note – I don’t have an answer to that question except to say that the virtue of my philosophy is on one hand for self reflection and self evolution.. I don’t proclaim to be anything of a philosopher, but only to hope that my woes can be remedies to someone, that my elations can be experienced vicariously by others. Why are my opinions important? Maybe to someone they are and to another they are not.. when my life struggles for utterances in the flesh, I find myself in here. When my life is filled with The glorious sap of expressive pleasure gushing through my veins with a continual intoxication of delight, i find myself in here...
Maybe no one hears me, maybe no one cares.. My words are still my words.. on here.. when I am long gone – this will be me, forever.
The silent forests, the mountains covered with briars and flanked by precipices, the frozen plains and the rugged fields of Colorado, the sunsets from my bedroom, the data on my computer at work, the walk home down 16th street mall full of crazy people, the lonely silence of my silent dreams.. all of this (my life) persuades me more and more that I am resolved never to be content with empty words or wasted experiences, if I am to make a difference in this life and in this world, how can my words and my life remain clandestine?
I hope the prolific seeds of my words sown in this WWW touches a heart somehow and that’s the only answer I have for now.
:-)
I have been asked a lot of late why I feel the need to have my personal life read on the world wide web by everyone.. it seems that my need to be known and my random pronunciamentos, with its non-traditional clotted cliches and deep philosophies of my own heart which sometimes turned into a kind of poetry, both majestic and absurd and evidently questionable or atleast questioned have been a flurry of discussion!!
So on that note – I don’t have an answer to that question except to say that the virtue of my philosophy is on one hand for self reflection and self evolution.. I don’t proclaim to be anything of a philosopher, but only to hope that my woes can be remedies to someone, that my elations can be experienced vicariously by others. Why are my opinions important? Maybe to someone they are and to another they are not.. when my life struggles for utterances in the flesh, I find myself in here. When my life is filled with The glorious sap of expressive pleasure gushing through my veins with a continual intoxication of delight, i find myself in here...
Maybe no one hears me, maybe no one cares.. My words are still my words.. on here.. when I am long gone – this will be me, forever.
The silent forests, the mountains covered with briars and flanked by precipices, the frozen plains and the rugged fields of Colorado, the sunsets from my bedroom, the data on my computer at work, the walk home down 16th street mall full of crazy people, the lonely silence of my silent dreams.. all of this (my life) persuades me more and more that I am resolved never to be content with empty words or wasted experiences, if I am to make a difference in this life and in this world, how can my words and my life remain clandestine?
I hope the prolific seeds of my words sown in this WWW touches a heart somehow and that’s the only answer I have for now.
:-)
1 comment:
When you look so deep inside yourself, remember you are the sum of your experiences, you are the sum of your dreams, you are the sum of your desires, your destiny, your truth and your perceptions. Don't arrange your blog according to who may or may not read it.. do it YOUR way - i recognize you're holding back.. dont!
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