Purist Intentions

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and I believe it. God knows how awry things can go, especially when you try to carefully plan. The more structured one's designs, the more likely they are to collapse under the weight of expectation and/or a lack of resources.

I started another blog here on blogger with the intent to be authentic, to be honest, to be real--but to do so as far as my poetry went. It's basically a poetry journal, and I've been less-than-faithful in updating it, for whatever reason (if you're curious: empireofautumn.blogspot.com). I wanted it to be for poetry and the pursuit of understanding. But I don't feel like I can post poetry and muse in the same space--it's too much. Or, I'm afraid it's too much, too self-indulgent.

I have two other blogs, one on LiveJournal and one on GreatestJournal. Why do I need another?

The neverending pursuit of self-knowledge, self-reality, and authenticity. To understand, to learn, to, as they say, broaden one's horizons. The attempt to facilitate one's own growth as an individual--the cultivation of the soul and the mind. To trace that development as a part of the process.

Maybe I'll succeed here.