The last few years, since high school I guess, I've had a vague feeling of 'loss' at times. That's not the best word. Angst about who I am and where I'm going.

I've got a new job and am about to start school at the local community college again, and I'm meeting new people. I've been feeliong happy and optimistic. I'm sure part of it is a sense of picking up the pieces from living in Florida, but even that is in turn just a part of the broader circle, which I guess is this weird Mother Of All Trips, life. I think angst is just like a clinging to childhood's security. The more you cling to childhood's security, the less secure you feel, making it worse. Then, unless you're unlucky, or stupid, you wake up to the fact, hidden all along in its simple obviousness, that the end of childhood is the other face of the beginning of adulthood.

It's like the old proverb that two people can look at the same glass, and one will see it half full and one half
empty. Many things in life can be looked at in either a positive or negative way. Are our demons simply
misunderstood saviours? Are our gods merely deceitful devils? No, its all in our collective head. All is a
glorious neutral, and it is up to our own interpretations and perceptions to define them good or bad. It's so
hard to get over loss of childhood precisely because that's how its defined, rather than 'gaining of
adulthood.' It's a cultural flaw that we define the experience as the 'end of innocence' or 'being thrown out
into the real world,' rather than defining it as a positive beginning. Life is good - If people would all accept that one simple fact, the world would be great! Life *is* good!!