Intellectual Autobiography

Millions of thoughts race through my mind everyday. After all this time, I should have endless things to say about it, but I struggle to fill a few pages describing what runs through it. The concept of exposing my personal thoughts terrifies me. Why should I let a perfect stranger know how I look at the world? I don’t want to convert anyone to my beliefs; I respect whatever ideals they choose to live …

…explain my intellectual development. They are as cluttered and random on paper as they are in my head. Hopefully whoever reads this will feel more in tune with how I think, but they will not look down on me. Some of my views may seem cynical, but I don’t expect everyone to agree with them. My personal experiences have molded these perceptions, and no one else could possibly share all of the same feelings.