Pretend I do not feel his agony?
This innocent who wears my face and goes to judgement in my place...
Who am I?
oh, Les Miserables. So poignant and topical. So rock n roll.
But seriously. I've been struggling with this question (as we all must) and have yet to come up with a satisfying answer. I think that's kinda the point. Part of me is someone who needs a satisfying answer for every question I can come up with. I think that's where a lot of my dissatisfaction comes from. I want to know what I want. I want to know if it's okay that I want some things that are just...stupid. And unnecessary. I wish that I didn't want so much. And there it is. If only I could be satisfied with what I have presently. But then, for the most part I am. I'm pretty much content and rational to the point of boredom. But I'm not boring. hm.
I've been reading a lot. Right now it's The Way of the Wizard by Deepak Chopra. There's a lot of stuff in there. Apparently I am no one. And everyone.
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