HOW I GOT WHERE I AM TODAY
HOW I GOT WHERE I AM TODAY
Everything changes in time. Haircuts. Styles. Loves, live, relationships. Everything.
I look back on who I used to be and I�m not sure I like him. Well, no all of him. There are parts of him that remind me of who I am now, and parts of him that remind me of who I used to be.
Life is a statue. Every day you sculpt a little more off, until it is finished. And when it is complete, there is no more life to live.
Nonetheless, my website is probably something I do in the absence of having that much of a Real Life, but I like it, well, mostly, and what I don�t like is far too much hassle for me to change. I do look back on some of the things on it and think that that person isn�t that much to do with me anymore, he was a bit of a dick sometimes, but nonetheless, it got me where I am today
I�m well aware that in some respects my life is that of an extended childhood, in so much as I�m surrounded by movies and music, but it�s not a big deal.
My glasses just seem to be getting smaller. At least I�ve grown my hair back. I shaved it when we split up because of all the clich�d Major Life Change stuff and also because I didn�t like my hair and fancied a change. I didn�t like the way it grew or the way it styled, and a few years shaved seemed to fix that. It now grows in a completely different style. I dislike it less. I somehow feel I�m becoming more like I who I want to be. Taking away the parts of me I dislike, adding the parts I do.
Nostalgia�s not what it used to be. The past was not that great. Sure there were good things and bad things. There are good things and bad things now. Life isn�t what you make it. It�s what you are given. It�s what you do with what you are given that matters. If only I could change. And if only the world around us could change too.
� copyright Mark Reed, 1991-2004 except where indicated