16 Ağustos 2018, Perşembe
saat: 17:55
Sometimes I’m overwhelmed with my insatiable desire to learn. To know history and geography and arts and culture; to recognize each classical composer, painter, and author; to speak and understand all languages, be able to decipher ancient Greek and Latin texts; to grow my understanding of how politics worked since the dawn of the time; to study the differences and similarities of each religion; to recognize the patterns of behavior and meaning-making in different cultures. I just want to understand.
It’s funny how our goals change. It’s interesting how we change. I feel like in the past few years, I've grown in so many directions that there isn't much left that fits me. I'm so…different now. I'm also happier in so many ways than this journal may lead you to believe. In my "youth" I had a tendency to only jot down moments of distress. Now I feel sorry when I notice that the expansion of joy didn't urge me to write as much. Perhaps that's also some sort of progress?
My weakness (and occasional strength) of never being able to concentrate on one thing alone. This, too, as I go along, grows steadily.
