Thoughts for the day - 7.11.06

-- Depression brings out the creativity in so-minded people. However, depression is also a conundrum: one has all these wonderfully wrought words to say, but couldn't care less if they were said.

-- I'm grasping the tattered tablecloth-edge of my life by my fingertips, praying against the gale among gusts that will finally, irrevocably tear the remaining bits from my grip.

Thought of the day - 6.13.06

What is all this heavy thinking about lately? Heart-delving, soul-deep searching about the purpose of my life and what I've chosen to do with it: I'm measuring my life not in coffee spoons but in blog entries. Is it a midlife crisis hit a few years early, or the sum of several soul-eroding employers plus some heavy-duty heartache? I'm wondering the last year or so just what I've done with mny life thus far, and whether it's been worth the trip. Have I done the right things, made correct decisions, used my time in a wise manner? Or have I wasted what I've been given, chosen the wrong directions, squandered the few decades thus allotted? Can we ever truly measure what impact our life has had on the greater world, or can we only hope the positive leavings outweight those we regret?

Poem of the day - 6.5.06

Struggling to write,
Empty-headed, witless,
Devoid of thought beyond urge beyond guilt,
Pushing and forcing and pleading,
Cramming words together in an attempt at art;
Knowing the failure, hoping for crumbs;
Acknowledging the lack but praying for the dumb,
Seeking that one that will praise regardless,
If only to forgo the fall.