Talk that is cheap is not talk at all

 The following entry was made in November of 2012 - I have decided to publish it today not before it had fermented.

I find it fascinating when I write something and I go back to learn what it was about:
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I have yet to find an honorable profession - oh wait, no such thing exists the only true profession comes from the heart.

I often wondered why sitting in the principal's office meant anything remotely particular to a cause. That if I were sent to the same office, is it possible I have a complaint, as a student registered to attempt this meeting, an ambiguous art. Where we are as Pink Floyd suggested another brick in the wall. It makes me wonder how contemporary our history has become in search of.

Today, I live in a world made up of circumstances that are completely test oriented, to the laws of scientific inquiry, which is to say - which is to say human nature has its off days in today's day and age.

So why is it from such an early stage of life, am I meant. That is to say, at what point in time was it supposed to be revealed to me the importance of myself as a skill. That question to me is vital an element, to create from it, my most trained elusive habits.