baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fighting The Wrong Fight The lazy pleasantries of Saturday has me hypnotized into a satisfied lull. Between my visit with an old friend, the re-acquisition of my very first stack (a solid-state example of manliness), and some wayward comliments on my music, I feel as if God has rewarded me with a well-deserved reprieve from the self-doubt of recent weeks. It's odd this focus of mine-this myopic misunderstanding of possibility, or rather, impossibility. I so easily get caught up in the details of my frustration that I forget this weight on my shoulders comes squarely from within. Me vs. me. Perhaps the toughest adversary of all.
4:12 p.m. - 2002-06-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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