Sometimes I feel like my life is confluence of success and disappointment. Or is that all people's lives?
I often think that I am some sort of mystery to myself. That I can't quite get in touch with myself. That others don't understand me. That I am misunderstood. Or simply confused. Other times my ambitions are more than met. My hopes answered. My friends and family are all around.
It is like this blog. Lame and empty. Ignored. Yet to anyone who reads it (or writes it) it is all there. Always already there. I see my quest to catch the real me. Hopes for family. Attempts to address legacies of neglect. Attempts to survive and repair the worst and live up to all the good fortune. Hoping to stand out. Hoping to be thought clever. A confluence of ambition and reflection.
What is next?