Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Sunday, Dec. 28, 2003 - 12:40 a.m.

There's a voice inside my head calling out, telling me there's more to life than just sitting in my basement alone. Then, there's a part of me that just doesn't care. It was this latter part which I catered to today, leaving the confines of my basement only to clean the kitchen and grab a meal.

Solitude may have a stranglehold on my life, but I won't let that prevent my personal development. I will learn on my own, become stronger on my own, and live on my own. Damn this world for condemning me to this sad fate, but I'd rather embrace it than commit some unfounded act of spite against it.

I spent the day watching movies, playing guitar, working out, and reading a book. I do not feel as though this day was a misfeasance, and yet I know this was no pivotal second on the face of father time. All I need is within my reach. Tomorrow, if I am again confined here, I will clean my basement and set up the bookshelves, and shelve all of my books. Then, I'll make a selection and read it.

I've found a way to be content in my lonesome life...apathy and indifference. Perhaps someday the sweet yearning for another to share life with will return but for now it has subsided, and flavorless, unsavory reason has once again taken presidence.

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