Unfinished

The greatest intelligence that one can gain is of himself. On a side note I've never been an advocate of using "one" as a subject. Now I'll use the cliche "...but I digress." 

When I sat down to compose this post I had in mind no real story to tell. I'm simply allowing my thoughts to flow as they come. Whether or not I can garner a general premise by the end of this composition will be a mystery and a task in itself. 

I have no problem in sharing my weaknesses with any and all who question them save for the fact that ignorance is a burden to hold. Not that I am ignorant of my weaknesses - but that others are - and for that I hold back. 

I wish to be judged not by what I can do with materials, not by what I have been taught from a textbook necessarily, but from that which I gained from my experiences - that which I have harnessed myself. That is:

1. What I have learned about myself

Because the central theme of our lives is me. Not me in the sense that everyone lives for me and only me. But the you-me. You. The 'me' that we all live for. Me, my, I, mine, myself. Need I prolong this idea any further?

I realize that I come from a family that does not represent me. Not to dash my background or impede on its importance. But I say in earnestness that our ideals are apart from each other. I do not attribute the ideals of my family in comparison to mine as a result of the "generation gap." I do believe that our experiences affect our ideals. I have learned so this past year. 

Human nature need interact with experience before we can have a set dogma to defend without argument. All of human nature may be different yet it is all the same - because it deals with me.

Man's greatest downfall is in his nature to judge.

I'll end here.