When the mind writes it is because time speaks for the moment. When the writing is at a pause, sometimes it is not the mind that pauses but time itself. Even when life is at its fullest and best, the locking in of what is to be seen ahead is the only focus, no discussion…
(FORENOTE: This entry will be the [newest] babel of all times. I am not sure why. All I am certain of is, after weeks of contemplating what this next entry should serve to be, the message will make sense to whoever it was meant for to take in.) A new school year and already, before…
Purpose unwritten, untold, and sometimes, unheard of, is a difficult challenge to adhere to in a world where the norm may not be your own. Yet alone, when unknown and unclear to others, the task to push through mediocrity, what sometimes I feel to suggest is a cyst of anti-meritocracy, mentioned well within Ben Shapiro’s…
I would not let Papa lose. My heart, my mind, my body, and my spirit ached too long as a child to want to accept this as being his end. Working toward victory was the least I could do for the sacrifices he made to give up so much of himself so his children could…
Arriving too soon with ideas the world isn’t quite ready to allow into their realm of existence thankfully hasn’t stopped those who simply couldn’t just stop. There is that five-years old within each of us that must continue to ask “Why?” simply because there is so much still to learn. The impossible must be chased….