Self-Reflection

 

    I would sooner write something profound than clever.

    Had I the wherewithal, I would squeeze an enlightened exposé from this keyboard, sit back and rejoice in its reading.

    The unfortunate truth, however, remains for all to read within the borders of this twelve year blog.  I am forever destined to be a third-rate hack; fumbling with adjectives, tripping over punctuation, while all the while sipping on a beverage constructed on a hack’s budget, with olives that have already sunk to the lowest possible depths.  I know this because I can see them.

    I’d like to have the knowledge that lays dormant in my desk calculator and that which is glued between the covers in my law library.  Were I to make myself over I believe I would sculpt intelligence first, followed by feet that would be happy in cheap shoes.  I wouldn’t alter my appearance as I’m familiar with my reflection and Murphy’s Law.

    I would give myself an attention span that would extend far beyond two standard paragraphs and a comprehension worthy of Mensa.   I would avoid plaguing myself with allergies, phobias, and over confidence.  I would add only a dash of charisma, a pinch and a half of ingenuity and maybe two scoops of Mint Chocolate Chip.  I would reduce my dependence on cookies and chocolate cake, but certainly not eradicate them from my diet.  I would attempt to establish a balance of passion in my writing – somewhere between Hemmingway and Zelda Fitzgerald.  

    Given the opportunity, I still wouldn’t request any do-overs for this life.  It is what it is.  I remain satisfied with the time period in which I existed, and have learned to accept the inherent inadequacies of the culture and government. 

    I will close this with a quote by Mark Twain;

 

    “It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things:  freedom of speech, freedom of conscience and the prudence never to practice either of them.”