The Anthology
Wednesday, October 8th, 2008I suppose at some point someone, perhaps some thing, won’t let me get away with simple photo slag alone on this site. They’ll demand I refrain from a completely tedious narrative and write again. And that I shave one of these days. To each their own. And for that I am thankful.
This week has taught me something, or in the narrowest of offerings re-exposed something I already knew. I surmise I’m not entirely alone.
My life has been driven by the urge to confront. To confront my fears, to confront stagnation, to confront the unknown, and ultimately to confront myself. It’s driven by the need to meet head on and somehow come to terms with, well, everything. There’s a need to eliminate the precursor of confrontation in my life, that feeling that I should be doing something about a situation but I’m not. I’ve reached the point where I no longer ask why.
In my world confrontation brings with it great rewards but it sure isn’t easy. I fight it every single day.
