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The private, public journal. [Dec. 8th, 2011|02:25 pm]
benjamin adrian
I think when I drive. I think about life and the world and I have personal revelations. I know I have friends with whom I would want to share these thought, and in turn I would like to hear their revelations about themselves.

Then I get home, or to work, and the next thing to do jumps in front of me, and I move on.

I suppose it's somewhat human nature to want to capture one's life. At the same time, it's human nature to want to move forward. I love to sometimes look at old pictures. I can't say I enjoy reading my old journal posts too much, and I never dwell in the past when I have an open door to a future new experience. Are all these reflections just the eventual clutter that I rarely reference.

There is no signpost that says "Stop and reflect upon your life so far here." Everyone picks their own time to decide if their life did or didn't have meaning. More accurately, if the contents of their life has measured up to their expectations of their life. I feel lucky. In almost every instance I've achieved above my expectations. Sure, I want more, and I can't say I really enjoy this slowing down that has been happening. At the same time, I do not feel unfulfilled. I actually feel like a lucky man.
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[User Picture]From: benadrian
2011-12-08 11:05 pm (UTC)
In a way, I kind of long for the coffee-shop days of youth, where I and my friends had nothing but time. There was nowhere to go, so we hung out and just talked about anything and everything.

This must still happen. I mean, it obviously does with youth on the internet. I don't know where it happens in the real world. When we grow up, if we have that place to hang out every night, it means we're a drunk.
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