It's easy to become like Phillip Seymour Hoffman's character in Synecdoche
New York and to be totally self-absorbed. The world often becomes a
bubble outside of my own narcissistic sphere. I ask the questions
'Where am I going?' and 'Am I doing what matters?' when all the while,
the people close to me get lost in the shuffle of my own pursuits.
The irony within that ideology, though, is that my pursuits are mostly
(or at least I would like to think) for the greater good of community and
the others around me.
I need to read other people's blogs and books.
