Hello Again

I haven't been blogging for awhile, but I'm not apologizing for that; not this time at least. I've been journaling, which I had stopped doing when I started blogging. I was preoccupied with writing stuff that would interest other people. The things I've been thinking about are mostly not for public consumption. Even the stuff that isn't too personal just isn't universal. For example; I battled the university over shitty healthcare. I remodeled my living room. I'm broke. I've run through the pre-holiday hoo-ha with my family. Mr T has a new show called I pity the fool. It friggn' rules. Kids write in to Mr T, and he shows up to help the kids handle unruly parents.

I suppose it is just the case that not all insights or forward progress in life is universal. It's like Mr. T says, "to thy own self be true." I can't just make up bullshit to make y'all's life easier. All I have are my own little somewhat insignificant insights. Maybe daylight savings just took all the wind out of my sails. The sky goes dark and the day comes to a close but I keep moving. Some part of my mind shuts off and my thoughts turn inward.

In the least, that feeling is universal. There is no way to bypass our connection to the world or our duty to do our best. It's like Mr T says:

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is
a piece of the continent, a part of the main...any
man's death diminishes me, because I am involved
in mankind...