Thank you Ernest Hemingway

The interesting thing about writing is the way that it evolves.  I began this journey in writing and sharing my thoughts just four months ago.  As something I've never before done, I allowed it to coax me as it may in whatever direction it chose.  In a sense, I allowed it to become it's own adventure.

It quickly became apparent that in this journey, the search for foundation and meaning were deeply rooted.  My story was my question, the matte silver keyboard, my listening ear.  My pursuit allowed me clear and concise communication, for the first time, pure, without interference.  

I began the arduous task of ridding myself of clutter and distraction, which reared its head in many forms. Visually apparent, possessions were first to go, however, it was the new-found realization of the unseen that proved to be most freeing.  To unburden oneself, is to live life more fully.

Straightaway, I've been overcome with a deeper desire for knowledge and understanding.  The answers to my questions don't lie in the arrival to any given point but in the expedition.  Those I meet and interact with on a daily basis, through situations good, bad or indifferent, have the potential for eternal effect.  That effect becomes choice.

Yes, one can begin down a given path, leaving each fork in the road to chance or be calculated, strategically mapping out every turn, however, to truly experience life, to put pen to paper we must surrender control, for we have none.

Cheers