There's been a lot of talk lately about our purpose here. A big question that none of us will ever know the answer to, at least not until we're long departed from this place. I've said before that I wasn't afraid to die, but that I'm afraid to not live. I fear fear itself, and so, in many ways, perhaps I overcompensate by pushing past my boundaries, self-set and otherwise. I hate to think that fear would prevent me from learning, experiencing, and knowing. I haven't yet discovered my purpose on this earth. But I'll be damned if I haven't tried to fulfill it. I feel like a child, defiant and headstrong. The moment I'm told no, or you shouldn't, I'm filled with obstinacy, and I can physically feel
it. For better or worse, that's who I am.
I do have fears... most of them are healthy ones. (Rabid dogs, and knife-wielding strangers.) I wonder, will those disappear, too, after I've fulfilled my purpose? And I'm sure the answer is yes. For reasons undisclosed at the present.
Here we go, Day 103: https://ia600709.us.archive.org/34/items/Improv112511/11_25_115_04Pm.mp3