I have often been found talking to myself and for years I've lived in my head so ardently that I sometimes forget my actual whereabouts, but I have never really been talking to myself of anything important. I realize now that most of my self-conversations only helped to relieve myself of the many thoughts that clutter my mind. But it doesn't stop the thoughts, in fact, there are times when it seems to make it worse.
But due to recent events, I have rediscovered the beauty of words. How in talking to myself I could be achieving so much more than just relief from the overwhelming thoughts that wage war against me, I could be teaching myself, through the words of my preceding mentors, the lessons of life, because they know what it's like to be me and I cannot, under any means, teach myself what I know nothing of.
This epiphany is a guest in my house and will be treated as a King because I have rediscovered something that has been missing for a long while now.
Though i have had fire and drive I've been sorely lacking in excitement and suddenly it's here again, creating an even bigger and passionate fire than before. hehe. I feel like I am 7 years old again and in awe of "When You Give A Mouse A Cookie."
it feels good to be back.
-penman
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