Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. -Oscar Wilde(1854 - 1900)

I find it humorous that I'm even writing a blog. My life thus far has been a complete magnification of Oscar Wilde's statement. There is no attribute I have wihtin that is exclusive to myself. My days are generally mundane and even those experiences that I have found to be the peaks and valleys of my life have been outdone by others. That understanding is both comforting and disturbing.

I have never done the worst and have been saved the punishments. There has always been a terrible fear in my life of doing something "wrong". My mother shares stories of how I was such a wonderful child, that I didn't give her any problems. The truth of the situation is that as a middle child I did what I could to avoid the negative attention given to my sister, the difficult child, and did not have the skills to take any attention from my younger brother, my father's only blood soon and star athlete. I do not want to sound as if I am dissatisfied with my family. I was happy in my way, and am not without postiive qualities... however I find that in all good and bad I find the balance that comes by nature. I'll share an example:
-I sincereley care for all those around me and my family and friends tell me that I am tenderhearted. I glow from this, place it's value very highly, and enjoy the rewards it brings me. On that same level, my openness to love and caring often has terrible backlashes that I am easily used or even pushes others away.

So this is my beginning... in searching my quotidian life for what truly does my make life seperate. I can assure that there will not often be unearthing discoveries... Isn't everything a journey? Welcome.