So my last post talked about a feeling I had in my stomach indicating that something positive was on the horizon. Unfortunately, my stomach appears to be retarded. Nothing has happened. Which I guess is better than something bad happening...
Today I decided to treat myself and take a day off of working on my writing. I walked around the city (New York City) and stopped into a few shops and bookstores and stuff. It is my favorite past time - just walking around the city. So much to see and explore. But as I was strolling down St. Marks street I realized how unique we all are. Even when we are trying to be the same. I need to remember this because I often feel that there isn't anything about me that someone couldn't find in someone else. And although that may be true, it would take an amazing match to find two people that are identical in every way. So the odds say that although many people may have a lot of the same qualities as me, they don't have them all. And maybe that is where I should place my focus as opposed to dwelling on the similarities. Does this make sense?
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Tired and mechanical, as this enormous task that fills my days in… no thoughts can turn into words, though I have many things to say.
I leave you with Whitman
Among the Multitude
by Walt Whitman
Among the men and women, the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else—not parent, wife, husband, brother, child,
any nearer than I am;
Some are baffled—But that one is not—that one knows me.
Ah, lover and perfect equal!
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections;
And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you.
Thank you for this poem. I love it.
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