Having a xanga is like bringing home a newborn for me. I'm not sure what to do... I'm scared I'll drop the whole thing on its face. But I guess there are no expectations other than the ones I have for myself, so let's just forget that whole metaphor.
I'm Jaime.
I know where I've been, I have a vague idea of where I'm trying to go, but I have no clue who I am.
I'm still trying to figure out what it means to "be who I am". I'm trying (or rather, my head will not stop trying) to find the one theory that fits all. The answer. Actually, I'm sure there is no answer to living. Unless you look at living as the question... then dying is the obvious answer. But really I mean just in the realm of life and reality, what is it that could be changed to make life greater and more meaningful? I should stop and realize that life itself is the greatest and most meaningful. Nothing trumps life.
Wander in search of truth. Amen.
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