Master of the Obvious

I've been kinda going back over past entries, and thinking that I'm really not as sharp and insightful as I was in the early days of this journal; my observations seem now to be more just a recording of what's going on in my life, with an occasionally insightful comment thrown in.

It sometimes seems to me that these later entries are somehow inferior; that they lack the intensive self-revelatory nature of some of the earlier entries.

But I also realized something else, while I was busy kicking myself. Many of those earlier entries were really, really self-critical, and came out of a very painful time in my life. I don't think it should be any surprise that they provoked a feeling of deep revelation; it's a lot easier to look into the dark part of your heart when a gaping hole's been torn in it, allowing a little light to shine on in. And too, I think it's easy to make keen observations when the real gristle of your life is near the surface, and doesn't require a lot of effort to see.

I've always said I was the master of the obvious.