freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.
-jean paul sarte.
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sharing your life , why do people choose that?
why is it that i'm so prompted to select my feelings
and post them for the world [or a bit of it ...] to see?

i desire so much for this life.
i desire to be unedited/authentic/genuine/original/wholesome [?]
and yet , how often recently i've found myself not living up to .... me.
what is that? how do i know that where i am isn't exactly where God has me to be?
i don't. and therefore , i'll move forward... pressing on to find what purpose i'm supposed to fulfill.
and hopefully, i'll do it with a coffee cup and charcoal stick in hand

most of us are content to exist and breed and fight for the right to do both and the dominant idea ... the foredoomed attempt to control one's destiny is reserved for the fortunate, or unfortunate, few.
-mr. fitzgerald
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as far as sketching has gone of late ... i've done little things here and there.

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