I looked down at my feet today and was made disoriented by the ever-growing space that continues to grow between them and my eyes. I am rapidly entering adulthood, manhood, and doing so very consciously. Sometimes I am very happy with my life, sometimes I'm very sad with it and crave for something different. I have a mother and a father and two sisters. My two sisters, Leah and Katie, live in New England, while my mom and dad and I are in Los Angeles.
Today I came home from school contemplating stoicism. I am very spiritual, but at this point I am certain about very little. I think that I tend to concentrate on the future a little too much, and maybe a little bit too quixotically. But maybe not, who knows? It is goos to dream... and to plan. I want to plan more, I want to do more. I just need to figure out exactly what! There is so much, and it is all so captivating. Thinking about Frost and Homer and Ginsberg and the others, I find myself lonely at times. A man I have a great deal of respect for once said that truth lies in solitude. I agree with this, but my pursuit of truth must not be the only thing. Balance is the key to a happy life.
In my early years-- I am 14 now-- I hope to think, to love, to enjoy.
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