Honesty and Indecision

In one of my first posts, perhaps in the first one itself, I mused about my inability to write on/in a particular forum for an extended period of time. Having not rambled in Selfistan regularly for the past few weeks, I found it necessary to write something today. Whether it makes sense or stays a stream of connected yet incomprehensible words remains to be seen. I guess my reason for abandoning Selfistan for the past few weeks has been a result of my, to keep it simple, odd life. Although Selfistan is supposed to be a forum in which I talk about myself and my life, I tend to get very clammy about things that affect me the most. That being said, I can be, and tend to be, very open about some things. What those things are, you'll just have to wait and see and hope that I talk about them in RFS....

So, I've been sitting now for about 10 minutes deciding what to write about next. I've thought about copying some of TS Eliot's brilliance from The Waste Land or from The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock but I don't think it'll fit in that well with this particular post. I've also debated writing about my adventures downtown and looking for a bus stop, but it's a bit boring now - although I found it quite amusing when it happened. I could also speak about my odd dreams - the bombings in Afghanistan, the gay friend looking for Indian-style crackers, thinking my car was on fire - but then, people might analyze them, and I don't want them to. Why? Read the first paragraph.

I think I'll leave this blog with a thought - one that I realized while working with some truly amazing kids at an elementary school this past week. Often, we 'big kids' tend to measure our accomplishments in terms of the recognition we get or the money we earn. And we forget about the smaller accomplishments, the ones that were important to us when we were young.

Often, the best measure of an accomplishment is the size of a child's smile, not the end product.

That's it for now...ciao, adios, au revoir...and remember...to be born again first you must die

~me