So I’ve been gone for a while. Was waiting for the perfect time to write - when I’d have sufficiently broadened my vocabulary, when events have led to interesting conclusions, when my many ideas have panned out well. But life doesn’t quite work out that way. There’s not one perfect time to write, is there.
Perhaps, my absence can be attributed to the fact that what’s most important to me now, and the only thing I find worth writing about, is something I cannot write about. Not because I’ve not the words to describe it, but because it is something I’d prefer only myself, God, and a select few to know about. I’ve never, in my life, set forth for anything bigger than myself in this manner. And whether or not I eventually arrive at my aimed destination is not as relevant as my being worth the time.
You’ll know what I’ve been rambling about once I get there. You’ll see.
D.
