Catherine the Great wrote a "Portrait of a Fifteen-Year-Old Philosopher" as a young woman when she was challenged about letting her intellect slip amongst the courtiers of the Russian aristocracy of her day. She wanted to prove that there was more to her than the social niceties of the day. Her action made me think of what I would write if I were to pen a similar essay (of course, I would have to add roughly ten years to her title, but let's not get into all that.)
I feel compelled to write. I keep coming back to the idea of putting my thoughts into words, words that have meaning and are actually written down in a place where other people could just possibly see them.
I feel compelled to think, to question, to reason. Life isn't as straight forward as it used to be for me, and as such I think that that is what I'll do. I will write. I will put it down here, as though I was discussing life with you. That's the plan.
Let's see how it goes.
