These days one can measure thoughts and intent, through the result of actions assumption. But one can fail this social experiment in the same context too. Am I an angel? Hardly, or did I just expect too much?
After telling you about my decision to trust a group of people, whom others around me deemed unworthy of respect, I think it essential to expand on the part of the story that saw me disowned by friends and family. I wish I were exaggerating by using a form of the verb disown to refer to my experience, but I'm not. My attitudes and choices surrounding these events were openly repudiated by some of the people I once considered close.
My mother married a devout Christian man the Christmas before I turned four years old. My earliest memories are of my mother, him, his son, and I going to church on Sunday mornings. I remember the light shining through the stained glass onto my innocent face, I had no idea what the pastor was talking about or what message he was trying to convey, but either way I remember sitting silently next to my mother who seemed to take in every word.
I split my time living in Los Angeles and on a tiny little island off Massachusetts where I had the pleasure of growing up. I love to write about a variety of topics ranging from sex to stars to integrated wellness to abstract philosophy.
A story of my personal life
There’s something inexplicably exhilarating yet terrifying about the prospect of knowing the future, and there’s an infinite weight of responsibility that comes with being able to influence the past. In a word - I’m nervous.
Chapter 2: The Road Begins
* This is something I started working on a few years ago. Have been toying with different ways to finish it. This is the Prologue below*