PostSecret

Every Sunday for about two or three years now I've read postsecret, something I know a lot of people do especially a lot of my friends. I have never written to PostSecret but more often than not it makes me cry. I guess I am just really into humanity. I love the beauty and genuineness in all people, the possibility of having a real human connection instead of just walking past people without wondering. This is why I write, this is why I write about people in particular. I want to get it, I want to have this overwhelming connected feeling all the time and if I write about them and if I create them, then they are a part of me and my writing and my life. People who are happy, people who decide to be real instead of putting on their facade of "in-person" talk and personality, people who really care about the world, others and the things that they put into the world, make me want to be a better person.

I am really just a major sap who wants everyone to be happy and real and see the beauty in realness but I want that as part of my life too, I want to be real, I want to have that personality of truth and genuineness. I want to talk to that kid over there sitting on the couch by himself to let him know that I see him. Although, I could be a total pompous jerk who has every good intention but why does that kid need me to say that to him, or to even say hi? Sometimes I just get too far inside my own head. Too analytical of everything. I think that's how a lot of writers/artists are though. Instead of just experiencing things, there's a lens of distance to experience something and still analyze it and take it in a different way to later use it for a creation.

It's like that argument between Yeats and Whitman, I can't remember which said what but the argument is one thinks you can only be happy in life OR work not both and the other says you can have both. I'm somewhere in between right now. That's okay I think.