The Come Back

So much to say and so little time... how is it that the things we love to do are the things that are neglected?

Why is it that we live to survive in this chaos, yet don't get to relish in it as we have intended?

I love to write and love to spend time time with my loved ones, yet don't get time to write, and my time with my loved ones is cut short because I struggle to exist.

I am sorry to those that follow that I have not been able to update you with a following... but so much has occurred in the past couple of months that I really don't know where to begin...

As I sit in this dark, and friendly, chilled windstorm, so many emotions and occurrences run through my mind. The chimes ring uncontrollably in the distance, the wind bellows through the canyons, and I sit desolate on my patio... for once.. trying to find the words to explain the unexplainable.

Love has been lost... love has been gained... right turns, wrong turns... so channels all of our day to day lives. To be able to grasp the importance of the reason behind my ongoing unfolding is the the challenge. I feel as if I am the plain un-structured brown box blowing lifelessly down the unmarked streets.

Although I know there is a rationale motivation for the incidents in my life, I exert more effort than needed to assume what they are instead of accepting their significance.

And though I usually rely on your better response to make sense of my customary life, it is the pessimistic view I have been avoiding.

So many quick to respond unconstructively that it made me shy from the idiom... however, so be my gamble at sharing my life with the world.

We all live a paralleled, yet personally significant life. I find my ability to distribute mine, not a nuisance, but an amelioration to those whom are willing to be accepting to the fact that we as a whole, can insignificantly help each other.

As I slowly, search the confidence within myself to once again share my existence with those around me, I encourage you to listen, ponder, and react with enthusiasm... or with apathy... as I will the gain to accept the good with the bad.

Life so lives itself undeniably, so we shall live life gregariously.

I am coming to you with uncertain inquiries, trust to share yours. We do coincide together whether we like it or not. Lets come together and make substance of our vivacity.