Second Soliloquy
A journey into the mindscape...
Thoroghly Confused
I've just finished reading "The Little Prince" again. It's one of the few books that I can manage to read many times over and still have something to think about at the end. And it usually gets me thinking about my own life, and how it relates to the book, or how the book relates to it.OK, so I got in Pisay, and was somehow able to survive 3.25 years of existence. I even managed to do well sometimes, albeit only in a single subject. Now the average person would say that I know a lot of things. But I often feel that I don't know a single precious thing in the world. The important things, at least.
“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.” -Dinah Craik
Too bad, then, that I have no friends that fit this description. I have not yet found someone I can trust with my innermost thoughts and feelings. Very often, I feel that it is better to keep them to myself, for fear of someone, often myself, being harmed by any revelation. And whaen I finally feel the need to pour it all out, I do it here, in an electronic database called a blog. And even then, I have to hide the browser window everytime someone passes by. I don't want anyone to know how I'm really feeling, but at the same time, I want to be able to trust someone enough to expose all my thoughts and beliefs, and doubts and fears, without fear that I have done more harm than good.
