Hi, I am
I live. I learn. I write, and 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.
Due to COVID-19, it’s possible you or I could die two weeks from now. What one thing would you instantly know you 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 I’ve encountered throughout my life. Of course, I’m not pretending to be a writer, but I’m 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, I can make out a faint whisper my heart needs to hear.
When we honor one another’s pain, we discover hope is still alive.
So here I am, writing one sentence at a time.