Word of the Day: accoutrement Do I really know any Truths at all? I mean, what do I know? I'm bothered sometimes, because I'm not too sure I know anything at all. I try to find the Truths in everyday life, and it's like I'm not good at it. I see the surface of things, but I can't always see the deeper, inner, truly important meaning of things. What does friendship really mean? What does love really mean? What does hate and pain really mean? I don't even think I know Truths about myself. I wrote my Mansfield Park paper last night and today, but I didn't. There were no ideas that didn't come from Kate. I can't think of things for myself anymore, and I'm not sure I ever really could. Is this something I'm losing or is this something I never even had? I don't have Ideas (capitalized like Truths) on my own, only influenced or stirred up by someone else. I suppose that's how it must be, however, since the world must have leaders and followers. I wanted so much to be a leader. _________________________________________________________________________________________ Truth is natural like a wind that blows
follow the direction no matter where it goes
So it shall be, the earth and the sea
Let the Truth blow like a hurricane through me