"I have long said that my brain is not connected to my mouth,  what I sometimes neglect to mention though, is that my brain is in fact wired directly to my hands.  So blog I must."

It has been a while since I have posted anything on my Myspace blog, or any blog for that matter.  My mind has been muffled for the past few months.  With work wearing me down, and my mind otherwise occupied with life, I don't have much room for intellectually stretching.  It's good to sit back every once in a while and take things into perspective though. 

First things first.  For the moment, life is good.  Whatever force that is constantly pushing into our reality has given me a break for the time being.  Life is looking a little bit cheerier, although I suppose that may just be one of the perks of growing up. 

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about potential. A person can shape the potential others see in them, and can judge others potential compared to their own.  Take romance for example:  You look at your partner and see their potential for love.  Are they someone who you could possibly end up loving?  Granted, this is not usually the utilization of potential that people think of most, but is that not good reason to analyze the concept?

Some of you know that my thought's and opinions tend to change from time to time. I think, therefor I grow.  I think and rethink my ideas for the sole reason of challenging my mind against other thoughts.  If one thought wins, that thought defines who I am.  You could call it indecisiveness.  I figure that I have my entire life to concrete what I believe, eventually I will have a set of thoughts and beliefs that I cannot beat out with another set.  Those will become worthy of being part of me.

Life is an art.  You have to practice at life, and learn an ever changing set of rules and micro rules. The larger rules cannot be broken without severe consequences.  Example:  In a fit of rage you fling a twelve pack of double a batteries at someones head and they die.  You get hauled to jail and strapped to a chair with car batteries clipped to your nipples. 

On that note I'm going to end this fun little tour of my mind.

-SR