Been reading the autobiography of Mark Twain again and came across interesting comments he had about writing honestly. Twain believes it is only possible to do so, if something is published posthumously. I tend to agree with him, and one day hope to reveal all. Even if no one reads it, I suspect I still want to write it. Otherwise, what the hell was all this about?
What might seem like petty and personal venting in real-time, could possibly serve a nobler purpose once we return to dust. Perhaps writing about my experience could be my final act of public service.
It is somewhat unfortunate that we live in a world where we cannot say the things we think. Essentially in an adult world, we are constantly being asked the equivalent of "Do I look fat in this?" Unfortunate indeed. One of my new goals in life is to get myself to a place where I can say and do what I want... 75% of the time.
Jeremy Piven as Ari Gold in Entourage and Meryl Streep as that crazy lady in Devil Wears Prada have it real good. But it takes lots of hard work, sacrifice, and dedication to get there.