I am writing this and I’m not sure I can finish; it’s basically how I’ve felt with writing for the past few (many) months. A lot of things have happened (as is the way of life) many worthy of being written about. Many times, I’ve had flickers of ideas that I can potentially develop and make something out of but I don’t and we all know how ideas are, how they fly away…sadly.

I have learned however how we as humans have to be deliberate about things, how we can with sheer resolve and determination decide to let a thing continue or not. And that is what I’m doing now, building on my sheer resolve to get back to writing again. I do not know why exactly I stopped but I suspect it was a major period of disillusionment with things.

There is so much to do

So much that can be done

But we must be willing to try, nothing gets done if we don’t.