Once upon a time there was a person who loved to write. They loved books and stories and could find some amazing jewels of information in even the most dark and gloomy texts. They were of the idea that there was great sorrow in this world, and also great joy, so both needed to be considered equally and neither should be hidden, and thus made inconsequential.
Life, in its essence, had become a quest for information, for hidden truth, beauty, pain, and the overcoming of obstacles. Yet it was still a journey, in flux, changing with the winds from day to day. The path, once so straight, meandering into the sunset, and then coming back again, chasing the clouds. Pouring rain in bright sunshine. Mists crawling from the earth. Sunshine burning through the mists. Rinse. Repeat.
They found that the greatest challenge in life, sometimes, was just to keep going. Sometimes, it was most challenging keeping their eyes open, to see what was truly there, and looking beyond their own perceptions and misconceptions. Some things are hard to see, but if truth is courageously shared, then they felt duty bound to see it and share it alike.
If they can touch one life, or two, along the way for the better…If they can be the change they want to see, to show the truth that many hide from…If they can be strong and champion for the wounded and voiceless…If they can dream without limits, love without condition, and care without being asked…If they can be kind, even when it’s not warranted…
And, if they never give up being fascinated with the unknown, with knowledge, and constantly seek the reason behind the fantastic and strange…then they might just be able to live happily ever after.
And they might just write a blog about it.