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Country living

Well, it's official I am now living in the country. My dad likes to call th house the farm though it's hardly a farm- maybe one day we will have horses and pigs and the such. While I am loving waking up to the land and looking out on it. I am hating the gas prices, so the best thing to do in the country is not to leave the house/land. The land is your entertainment. Another thing about living in the country is you really get to see the seasons. It's only been a week or so and the forset has begun to turn a bright green again compared to the brown it had previously been. An unhappy thing about the forest though is the bugs have begun to arrive as the temperature begins to raise. If only we had bug repelent trees. Something enjoyable about the country is finding animals. I have seen many deer on our land usually in the morning eating out grass. Including two babies the other day. My brother found a turtle in the woods and we names him chip douglas because he had a chip in his shell. We've also seen rabbits hopping through the land. And I know there are many more animals to be found. One down side is that your clothes are always dirty if you are always hanging out/working in the woods. So you can have dirty clothes or just wash them a lot. Privacy is nice, however I believe I am being locked away in solotude too much. Which is likely bad for someone who already locked himself away in solotude in the city. It is beginning even more difficult for me to interact with people as I so rarely am talking to people. I am growing further and further distance from their reality, which I am glad for on one hand but struggling on the other.

More to come.

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One life to live

One fifth, is what I have hopefully lived. In the beginning I thought I had an idea of how the world worked but as I have gotten older this clarity has been quickly replaced with uncertainty. Memories of the past seem very foreign to me, as if a dream or someone elses life that I hadn't lived. I have little understanding of how others live and seem to go on living in constant perpetuation where as I seem to be just going in circles. I think too much, I've always thought too much and maybe that is the problem. However it would seem to me that these thoughts are the only thing that makes us who we are. I once wondered whether I would be remembered for who I was or for what I had thought on paper. Because it had at the time seemed to me my thoughts were in a totally different world than who I was to be. I can see now that my thoughts have been catching up to who I am to be, and discerning more control. This could be the reason for my stagnation, as my thoughts are circulatory often leading to few answers but more questions. Sometimes I attempt to control the thoughts with repiticous actions hoping to achieve a similar state of mind as in the past. To no avail do I do this as my mind is in constant evolution and for any answer I achieve several questions are added and new possible answers created. This could simply be the way life is, a constant mental construct of build and repair. I often wonder what cerebral sky scrapers are inside the other peoples minds, and how did they get there or if they are indeed there. Their constant perpetuation leaves me to think otherwise unless their efficiency system is such that they can build and repair without respute. Judging by their scenary and organizational constructs I would gander that this is also not the case. More questions, fewer answers, scattered mind inside the mist.

Peace in the Storm