We reach out to the world, trying to discover our soul.
It comes back to us in fits, stuttering and trying to stand.
We abandon what we loved of ourselves in the hope of finding something that was missing, to realize, it was there; we just weren’t paying attention to it.
Some days, weeks and months have been like this lately.
I feel my life, but yet, it isn’t where I want it to be, so I return to what I love about who I am.
I love that I’ve been given the opportunity to write, as much as I want and that my wife and kids support me as much as they do.
I see the gift of writing and being creative standing in front of me. I understand how precious the gift is and wonder why I left it in the first place.
I was chasing what I thought I needed but realized I have what I need. I understand how powerful writing is. I learned that at an early age, but often forget it.
Today, I’m writing something that is truly me, and I love that about it. I create from memories, dreams and thoughts, but now that I’ve fallen in love again, I won’t let this precious gift of writing go again.