Repeat.

I can't stop thinking about climbing.
What's wrong with me?

Regression?

"The difference between then and now is that, in 1917, you had intellectuals gathered in political parties that had well-formulated programs for drastic change, whereas today there are only politicians interested in power, but without any clear motive about where to take the country."

-Richard Pipes "Three 'Whys' of the Russian Revolution"

Marking The Territory Of This Newly Impassioned Soul.

I've most always been a "wing it and see how it goes" kind of person.

That person who asks for directions from others and follows blindly. That person who never really pays attention to what street they're on, then regrets it later when such information would have come in handy. That person who always used being "directionally challenged" as an excuse for being lost.

However, what I've discovered lately is that maybe that's just not enough anymore. Maybe I need to have some sort of map to where I'm going. Maybe direction is important. Maybe it adds more meaning to the journey.

For the first time I actually feel as if my life has some sort of direction and frankly I have no idea what to make of it.

It's All About the Timing.

There's something about the middle of the night that I find highly conducive to essay writing.