Hi, I am
I live. I learn. I write, & then I die.
Life has a way of making the complexities of the universe still profoundly simply.
Everything lives. Everything dies. Everything belongs. Accepting the tension between the most beautiful and profane of life’s extremes can help snap all of it into focus. Embracing our death, rather than avoiding it, helps clarify what we want with the rest of our life.
Now more than ever, it’s a sobering possibility you or I will be dead two weeks from today. Is there one thing you instantly know you’d need to do before your last breath?
I need to write.
There’s a book inside me still searching for words to give form and structure to the most inspiring and wild ideas running through my head. I don’t feel like a writer, but I am learning to pay attention and nurture this little spark. Like a flickering flame in the darkness, it spills just enough light for me to keep moving forward. In moments of silence, something whispers to me:
“Hope is always alive when we honor one another’s pain.”
So here I am, writing down one sentence at a time.