Hmm. November 11th. For me, largely a day as any other; I have never been told stories about the war; my father's family was never very militaristic and my mother's side keeps quiet about it all. Having a mother who's (ironically) fairly aggressive about her hippy-ish agenday doesn't help, either...
It is, however a day that makes me think about some things: What do I believe in? How strongly do I believe? What is worth dying for? What is just foolish?
I sat down thinking that I could write a bit about my answers. Unfortunately, the only result of that writing was discovering I don't seem to have very clear answers for any of them. I guess maybe I should think about these things more often?
Take care, all.
It is, however a day that makes me think about some things: What do I believe in? How strongly do I believe? What is worth dying for? What is just foolish?
I sat down thinking that I could write a bit about my answers. Unfortunately, the only result of that writing was discovering I don't seem to have very clear answers for any of them. I guess maybe I should think about these things more often?
Take care, all.
freakpirate:
Dude... I'm bored. We should totally throw down the cards today.
