Who the hell am I?

All I could think about was that when I wrote the title it would need to be in AP style. No caps except for proper nouns. Is hell a proper noun? Or is that an entirely different religious discussion?

Sometimes I have no idea who the hell I am. I identify with so many different aspects of life.

My friend told me--some people just don't see the magic. You gotta show them the magic.

I'm not sure I have the energy to live like I want to most days.

Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart...according to the Paper Kites, when you go, if you leave, it should be a work of art, on someone's chest, on their heart.

In The Way of the Superior Man by David Deida it says,

"You will have to face the basic discomfort and dissatisfaction that is the hidden texture of your life. You will be alive with the challenge of living your truth, rather than hiding from it. By putting all your attention into work, TV, sex, and reading, your suffering remains impenetrated, and the source remains hidden. Your life becomes structured entirely by your favorite means of sidestepping the suffering you rarely allow yourself to feel. And when you do touch the surface of your suffering, perhaps in the form of boredom, you quickly pick up a magazine or the remote control."

That's good stuff. Amen.