I have must have gone through a hundred or more posts before this blog kind of died.
I find myself writing down this hour where my senses seem to have suddenly found life filled to the brim. Who am I to deny myself when the call to write is just deafening. When the call is loud you have no choice but to respond to it.
Someone once told me that life is like driving the car; you look at the past, as you would a rearview mirror. Take quick glances to guide you with your next move, but not too long so that you will not crash yourself while speeding forward.
I would liken today as that day where there are no cars in the highway and it is just me and the long road ahead. Just today. Continue reading