i want to write a story not just with words but with the way i live my life. i want to be a part of something bigger than myself. i want an irreplaceable role in the stories i see unfolding all around me, all the time. to live with purpose, to live with vision. to walk steadily in the direction of my dreams. i want to be, to exist, to flow… to go. i don’t want to sit still any longer. i’m tired of being unmoved, of being stagnant. i hate apathy. i want to write music. i want to take pictures all day every day. i want my life, not just my voice to be a harmony. God is the melody. i am nothing. i have nothing. life seems so meaningless… and yet i have so much hope. i feel like a walking paradox. i am a contradiction. what is this, stirring within me? what am i? i am too focused on what i am not. i am too focused on what i could be. there is a reason for every season- there is an ebb and flow, yes. but i’m sick of being stuck. i’m sick of being distracted. i want to be walking. i want to live.
- 5th August
2010 - 05
