DaleCarnegie

...and I’m still in love for her. I think of her always. I’ve been looking at the work viewable by anyone with access to the Google search engine. I still love her, even knowing that there’s no use. I wonder if she still thinks of me. She must. We didn’t part too long ago. So, she must. She couldn’t hide her love away from me then. She will never. I will have her someday.

I am set in my ways! I wake up, listen to some tunes, sing along with them, get bored, play with the dog, take a shower, go out (to a bookstore or library), come back mid-afternoon with new thoughts, reflect on those new thoughts, wait for my Mom to come home, talk to her when she comes, run the errands and do the chores she would like done, eat dinner, watch some TV, read some more, then sleep. How predictable, boring, life-sucking. I need to go do something tomorrow – something fun and different. Rock climbing?

...all I must know lies within. I don’t wish to fill my head with knowledge, but with wisdom.

However, as a member of human society, I should keep abreast of global events, even if I do not feel their reverberations. We are all a part of a communal enterprise. I must not neglect my kith and kin by turning a deaf ear to reports of their daily trials. Besides, the mundanities do not make the news; it is the noteworthy that does. The mundanities, though, should be of interest to me, as they form the stuff of life. Involving myself in the affairs of the globe will assist in my task to obliterate “this rascal ego,” Vivekananda called it.