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May. 30th, 2006 07:03 amI am a scholar who loves hard work. I do not love the life I have been given.
I only wish I could learn to make my life into what I want.
a time for work
a time for thought
a time for love
not necessarily in that order. but rage clouds my judgement and makes it difficult to concentrate.
also I now remember... why I try so hard to know and hate to be so left out... when I was a child I was beaten at school by my classmates for not knowing either - and for not belonging. My rage still lives because it still hasn't ended.
only now it's because I'm a foolish poor man who doesn't know enough to be better and still has to deal with the curses on the street and at work.
any wonder I do not talk of my life?
I only wish I could learn to make my life into what I want.
a time for work
a time for thought
a time for love
not necessarily in that order. but rage clouds my judgement and makes it difficult to concentrate.
also I now remember... why I try so hard to know and hate to be so left out... when I was a child I was beaten at school by my classmates for not knowing either - and for not belonging. My rage still lives because it still hasn't ended.
only now it's because I'm a foolish poor man who doesn't know enough to be better and still has to deal with the curses on the street and at work.
any wonder I do not talk of my life?
