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Sunday, July 20, 2014

The Mail Box

How do you see life? How do you measure it? There is no one answer, the most rhetorical of those has to be life is lived, not seen and you can't measure it you live it. But there must be a way to see it, to measure it. How do you measure your life, see it or feel it?

I went through my mail box, I would have liked to go through old letters but emails it is. I was dismayed to be honest, kind of sad too. But it was a record of my choices, a clearer perspective of how I had lived my life. My mail box is filled with records of work, clients, projects. Nothing about family, nothing about friends, just work. What does this represent? I'll think about it some other time.

Sunday, July 6, 2014