Memoirs of Uncertainty

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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Gun Violence

This issue is a sensitive one for many, and each must make his own choice on the matter based upon personal experience. For me, it is becoming apparent that I have no need to own a gun anymore. The advocates of guns state that one must prepare oneself for defense, as crime is rampant and society is... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 16, 2007

The Pattern

Life reminds me of why I am here, through the patterns I create for myself. The obstacles may take on a different form, and their reason appear unique, but the purpose remains the same. If I were to consider myself powerless, then the power is given to appearances, and the purpose is veiled. Yet, my... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Individuality

There is no one quite like me. There are many who look similar, who act similar, and who dress similar. Perhaps, it is similarity that produces angst. We want to be remembered. We want to make our mark on the world. It is only in surrendering the desire to be other than who we are, that our true... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

The Art of Listening

There is a deeper level of communication that lies beneath the surface. Its voice is slight, but cogent. The problem isn't how to get to it, but in letting it come forward. I have discovered that people with problems usually already know what is really going on; they are merely unwilling to face it.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Doing Nothing

I was programmed from a very early age to act, to do, to solve. It wasn't until I was much older that I realized there are other 'ways' of dealing with problems. One day, I ventured into the woods looking for artifacts. One turn led to another; and, before I knew it, I was lost. I didn't know which... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

An Uncertain Leader

When I was fifteen, I played baseball. It was my last season, the end of the road. The team had fallen from a championship two years earlier, into a hodge-podge of blunderbusses. The coaches turned to me for guidance. They wanted me to set the example, to show the underlings the leftover spark that... Sign in to see full entry.

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