Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

compare and contrast

I'm starting to feel restless again and a recent email from my friend Dan hasn't helped either. After devoting most of the year to recording his album he might actually be finished with it and I feel happy for him. He never gave up his desire to do something creative for a living and he seems to have made it.

Without a doubt he is so much closer than I am to living a life free of everyday reality or at least one less fettered. Not that my life is a prison, but his seems so much more alive than mine. The focus of it is more real and true to him as a person.

We first met over a decade ago when we were freshmen in college and of all the people that I met that year, he is the only one that I still keep in contact with on a regular basis. So since we both have a common starting point, I tend to gauge my progress in life with his whenever we talk.

Sigh. I began this entry for Friday in the early morning hours of Saturday, but then I fell asleep. Now I am far less worked up about this line of thought, so I think that I'll end it here.

 
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