My Search for Solutions
I often find myself searching for guidance by the act of randomly choosing a page from a cherished book. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but for me it is comforting. And, it just so happens that the pages I tend to choose are quite relevant, and quite significant. See, the way I figure, for whatever reason, out of all the pages I could choose, this is the one I chose, this is the page the book wants me to read, this is no coincidence, not to me.
Recently, while experiencing a particularly dark, and very weak moment in which all sanity evaded me, I turned to Letters to a Young Poet for some guidance. My state of being, and current sense of reality was thrashing around a very intense, and very important relationship. My personal existence, and ability to define things that were of up most importance to me were at stake. I was lost, and my self-control, and awareness both forfeited by my own apathy for true meaning. In other words, I was in deep shit. I needed help, and what better way to find your way then randomly choosing a page from a book to tell you what to do? It sounds logical to me.