Beginnings.

I've never been much good with introductions. In spite of having the most profound appreciation for both the value and function of a decent passage.. I've often found it difficult to know exactly where to start when I've had occasion to try my own hand. More often than not, I get tied up in the aesthetics. I enjoy language. In any and every sense of the word -- I enjoy expression. Be it something as literal as word structure and placement.. or something as comparibley tangible as one's physical environment or appearance. I enjoy expression in the purest sense of the word. The sense which enables a reader to unconciously absorb a different, yet tiny, piece of whichever author they are reading.. at any given time they choose to do so. Having said this, I really wanted to begin this endeavour with as little personal information as I possibly could. It probably makes no sense at all.. and I would implore you to see passed the lapses in grammar, and my somewhat awkward way of putting ideas into text.

What I'm attempting to address here, is the lost art of truely getting to know an individual. If it's not painfully obvious already, I'm a student of psychology with a deep - if somewhat intense - love and appreciation for the English Langauge. With respect to my chosen field of personal inquiry, I guess I'm drawn less to the factual content of a piece, than I am to the way in which the information is expressed. This said, it may be useful to return to the opening statement of this entire thing. I've never been much good with introductions.
Not in the sense that I'm unable to determine what is and isn't relevant to the task at hand -- an interesting claim in itself. (Who am I to determine what is and isn't relevant when considering the paragraph I just completed?) It's more so that I've always had extraordinary difficulty, deciding which words to use in place of others.. and which structural approach to take to an entire task. I guess that in a broader sense.. I'm the type of girl who love's and appreciate all forms of knowing and knowledge.

But I digress. After what seems to be lifetime of formal education, I've regrettabley fallen in to the trap of only writing for a specific purpose. Not for love, or pleasure or comfort in any sense of the word -- I've found that something which once meant the world to who I was and who I desired to be.. has now become a mudane chore which, more often than not, seems to get in the way of other persuits of pleasure. This said, I'd like to take the opportunity to use this forum as a means to deconstruct alot of the conflict I experience as a result of the new and interesting things I seem to be learning. I'd like to remind myself about the power and growth which can be experienced through writing.

At a few days shy of 20, I am very much aware that I know relatively nothing. And thus will end this piece with the help of my favourite author, Mr Wilde. If being "good" is "to be in harmony with oneself", I would very much appreciate the opportunity to work through these little conflicts in order to once again find Harmony between my mind, body and soul.
I very much love beginnings.