I am here – trying to think of all that has happened, and I realize that sometimes life is a complicated exercise in reducing its simplicity. It’s the good that becomes too hard, the bad that becomes easier to do, and then we are left griping in the pain of misunderstanding life. This may seem like a vague post – but this is my first attempt to resume writing. I haven’t written in months. It’s like a piece of myself that I have cast into some bottomless pit. I need to find it. To rediscover all that was good in me and which I feel is lost.
And then I think to myself of one of my favorite quotes. Not all those who wander are lost. I will twist it around. Not all those who are lost will wander. I hope that I won’t. Because no one is more lost than I.