was it a moment?

was it a moment of truth? of brilliance, perhaps? the sudden idea to take these things, these afterthoughts of what's happened and what drives/separates us and put them into words. is it hope? how much? is there indeed... something? i'm not going to try to answer any questions; it'd be better to provide the context of the right questions that lead to the unique answers of each person.

there are so many things pulling on us at each moment, in every decision. is it going to be that you ditch the comfort zone and try a new view? i'm asking myself these questions now. this blog is the context of which i will be finding the right question that leads to better understanding/sharing this life and world around me. it's the question of whether or not this is that something -- that something that will force me to see if i have indeed found the answers to the questions i've been asking myself inside; is this how my life is going to play out? have i made myself into a man that i can be proud of? have i made myself into a man at all?

this week i'm posing the question of where life really starts -- biologically, we all have pretty solid answers. but in terms of life, where does it really start? right now, it feels like mine is. i live pretty independently, and make my own decisions, and have gone through a lot to get here. but have i just become another cog in society, or am i going to take advantage of my situation and make a difference?

i want to be able to take a step back and see what kind of difference i make, to see if after all this time, i've made myself into... something.


wesleigh.