February 19, 2013

  • I need to come here more often. I think so much, about so many things, but it seems that it's here, where I attempt to put what I feel onto a page, that the pieces start to fit, it's where the patterns finally start making sense. These words, the misunderstood tools they are, shape how I see, how I feel.

    I shape my understanding here.

    There is just so much that I don't understand, so many things I see or hear and have to question. But even when I do fins answers, they bring more questions too. No matter what we see, what we think is truth is only because of our perspective, no matter what we hear, what we think are the facts, are only opinions. No two of us can ever truly see through another's eyes, and even when we think we see what's really there, we don't, there is so much we simply miss, or our minds fill in without our knowing. Our ears are no better, it's second nature for us to ignore what our minds say is unimportant... we never see it, or hear it.

    I still remember the sessions where I learned this, and still feel like a stupid jerk when I forget.