papa said, "Write. Write anything, just write."
I am not some end all be all seen all person in the corner of the screen, but I would like to think that I have some finality to me, a way with life. I would like to think that when I step up my soapbox takes notice, and that when I close a door I am watched through the keyhole. Because I make progress, no hiding that, and if there is finality in what I do then there must be some punctuation to my character. Not commas, the extenuations that show end of thought but no definition of purpose; rather, semicolons that breathe when I stretch my shoulders back to see a different perspective, a new posture toward things. In this, I can be elegant.
I am everything, because every day I am everywhere. In the minds of others, true, but real travel is where I have never been. I am that opportunity. This life of chance and choice holds nothing but books and learning, no matter what your television tells you, and every page, every word, every thread in that paper tells a different lie. Bound together as a whole, lies are truths with no excuses, because opposites attract and membranes are fluid. I haven’t got life, I’ve got living. This is my state of grace.
I am everything, because every day I am everywhere. In the minds of others, true, but real travel is where I have never been. I am that opportunity. This life of chance and choice holds nothing but books and learning, no matter what your television tells you, and every page, every word, every thread in that paper tells a different lie. Bound together as a whole, lies are truths with no excuses, because opposites attract and membranes are fluid. I haven’t got life, I’ve got living. This is my state of grace.