Entry 1

Once upon a time, I kept a journal of my life.  I’m not sure why, but one day I just stopped.  Perhaps it was the fear that I was letting too many people know what was going on with my life.  Maybe it was that I became too busy with everyday life to deal with such trivial matters.  Or, maybe I just stopped caring.  Whatever the reason, I have decided to begin a new one.  Reading the journal I kept years ago made me realize exactly how much I had changed, in thought and action, over a relatively short period of time.  I’ve read firsthand how I’ve been changed by everything around me, and am still searching for some truth in my life.

Who am I?  Well, that’s easy enough to answer. I am a free-thinker, an artist, a musician. Or at least, that’s all I thought I was, but there’s so much missing from that description. Saying I’m a free-thinker doesn’t tell me what I believe in, or where I came from. Being an artist or a musician won’t show people who I am when the world’s gone deaf and the paint brush is out of my hands. I have to learn to look at everything that’s helped make me who I am, and in doing so, maybe then I’ll be able to define. I talk of myself as if I’m a definite thing. A person is not a definite thing, and attempting to define one’s self seems a nearly impossible task. Maybe, however, I can come closer to knowing who I am at this time, what I believe in, or who I aspire to be. What should I look at?