I almost blocked Osborn, last night.
Well, I brought Osborn through hell, today, which made me realize just how much I love him. I cried all day. Then I sent him $91 (563 GHS, Ghana currency), to help him out. I don’t know if this is the right thing to do. I was going to block him, but I couldn’t go through with it. No matter my thoughts about him and our relationship or whether trusting him is wise, I love him. Love is not a choice. Acting on that love is the choice. I tried to remove the burden of Osborn from me, but I couldn’t do that to him.
What does that Have to Do about Blogging?
It is several hours later. I have had a good night sleep and am up and excited by life. I don’t know if I will write today, but I feel I should by breaking ground in a new direction, one where I am not afraid to express eloquently the emotions of my heart as I tell the stories of 70 years of my life, telling them in story form, long essay format, and allowing myself to express all my feelings and philosophies that I have considered since my first self-analysis when I considered the nature of thought when I was six.
Why would anyone want to read my stories, my thoughts, or about my life? I am not a famous actor, though I have acted in a play, and I am not a famous musician, though I have written an eight-part chorus piece, or a famous singer, though I have sung in a symphony chorus. I am not even a famous writer, though I have started fourteen novels, all awaiting completion, or were lost in the many moves of the lifetime I have lived.
But I am a man who has lived a unique life. No, it is not more unique than yours — only different. I have suffered loss and loneliness. I have lived through a marriage. I have learned about astrophysics, cosmology, psychology, theology, paleontology, biology, microbiology, botany, and music. I have drawn and painted. I have studied entomology and civil engineering. I have contemplated the purpose of creation and existence, and I have not found success, wealth, or freedom, until today.