Day One: Introduction and Origin

Dreams change as life goes by. What starts out as a definite chance of happening ends up in failure as you realize that there is no way that you can be an actor. That may just be me. This blog is mine. It is for me and me alone. If someone else finds it then they can read my thoughts, but as of now it is not to be proudly shared. This is where my thoughts are, my dreams, my disappointments. This is where my ambitions go, my motivations, my achievements. This is a place of safety that I have created for myself, because no where else can I be myself.

To this point I sound either depressed or manic. In my on opinion I am neither. I am just a man who wishes to be heard, but the only person who will listen is myself.

May 26th, 1994. The day I was born. Plopped directly from a warm uterus into a bath of water heated exactly to the internal body temperature of a pregnant female. It's odd how only nineteen years later I cannot seem to remember being born. Seems like a grand enough day for me to care about it. I suppose not. All jokes aside my birthing was apparently no easy task. My older brother supposedly slipped right out of my mother as if he was escaping finally, but I took my sweet time. I was holding on for dear life causing mother much grief and pain. In a way our births perfectly described the relationship we were to take with our birth mother. I held on until the end and then caused her great pain, but my brother couldn't seem to care less about the poor alcoholic.

Onto today. I am sick, but not to any sort of deadly degree. I want my death to have purpose. Solomon's death had purpose in that he brought us all together. Mine will have purpose in proving the human will is capable of great things. That's my only wish for myself. Everything else I have surpassed in a way that I am quite pleased with.

I have always required a way to get my thoughts out and share them with someone. On this day I finally got the motivation to start my blog because I'm in a bit of a pickle; currently I have negative twenty six dollars and eighty five cents. With much luck and much determination I will never be so desperate again.

So long for now,

Dalt.