What am I doing?

What is wrong with me? I really have a lot of questions about myself, about my life. What brought me to this place in my life. I can really only answer a few of the several questions in my head. What do I want to do with my life? While I don't know specifically what "Title" fits me, I know that I have seen enough raw human emotion to know that I can't stop marveling at it. I see the way we interact as a species, I just muse over how incredibly broken we all are. People are beautiful because we are broken.

When we accept each other and actually communicate, It is a marvelous thing. Miraculous really-- especially given our declining social climate when one human being accepts another. On the flip side, when people don't accept others, it's explosive. Experiencing a bad interaction is like watching a race car crash at 100 miles per hour. (Really, who watches NASCAR for the race?) The human condition is simply fascinating. I feel we don't learn as much as we could from each other, simply due to not hearing stories. We could learn a lot more about life if we were granted the ability to live more than just our own life. So I guess that's what I want to fix about the world. That is the dent I want to make. I want to share the world's stories with the world. We can all learn. I have been blessed with a life that has allowed me to step back from emotion to the point where I learned how to use it as a tool. When one has removed themself from the world, the bird's eye view is breathtaking.

So that is what I am doing. I am giving my soul to my craft. It may blow up in my face, but every single time I picture doing something else, the image usually involves me searching for a comfortable ice box to store my head in.

I have spent the last year writing a book about my life. It will belong to the world in about 6 months. In 6 days, I've created a website, a profile on all the major social media platforms, and a well for me to jump into and fall to my demise. I sincerely hope it is not in vain.