I play well, although not often enough.
I can make the sound I hear in my head.
I have very, very good friends. Some are there at the drop of a hat. Some pop up from time to time.
I have more than enough to eat and drink.
The negative side of my personal balance sheet is abysmal.
I have no job. (12 years same firm)
I am at the end of unemployment benefits.
I am not happy in my "natural" environment.
But life finds a way. I survive and even at times, thrive.
I am, Van Gogh.
I cry watching Grey's - I am moved.
I am riveted watching The Newsroom - I am infused with positive energy.
I frequently look at the ceiling and silently mouth, "Why?"
Okay, I fit the definition of a tortured soul.
And I am only halfway immersed. What bothers me the most. I could be a savant and communicate in a very different way than the rest of humanity.
But I am not. I have some of the disadvantages but none of the genius. I am a jack-of-all-trades.
A wonderful way to skate through life, but short of meaningful impact.
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