There comes a time in every person’s life (hopefully), when we must move past those things that we must do, and look upward once again to those things we want to do, those things that move us, inspire us, and remind us that we are all just children, in aging bodies.
A clandestine “hopeless romantic” and ever-scrutinizing observer of people (watch out), I have decided to finally indulge my life-long love of writing.
So many things in life pull us away from that which we love, and I believe that part of being a “grown-up” is finding your way home again. So here I am, blindly stumbling over broken ground with my eyes squinted tightly closed, and my arms outstretched in front of me. If you find yourself in my path, kindly step aside.
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