pen and ink.

dear readers, it has been far too long since we have spent time together. this due to not having an internet connection for several months, but now that i invest my monthly dues in a certain company, here we are, back in action. i must admit, i have missed this. i crave this blog, the insight it provides me while diving into myself, and the written record of simply living life.

there's something about self-expression that is so invigorating. uninhibited by opinions and fears. transparent. honest. full. emotional. expressive. raw. vulnerable. strong. real.

it carries truth.
it musters hope.
it is what it is, no more and no less.

the best side of me. encompassed. embraced. no walls. no borders. no boundaries. no limits. no barriers.

expression proves to me, whenever i encounter it, that there's really no stagnation in life. we're either pushing ourselves to become the people we desire to be, or burying our goals under dust and debris. and no matter how far we try to hide ourselves away, we all have our outlets. whether equations and numbers, the old strings of a guitar, vacant pavement in the morning, or amongst the faces of well loved friends. discovering the mysteries about ourselves and life is inevitable. but, to be able to accept that, relate to it, and use it as a stepping stone in the future is really the strongest we can desire to be. without pain, there is no gain.

i don't think any of us will ever have this journey figured out. but, i do think we can enjoy the beauty along the way. and instead of scrubbing our insecurities away, we can embrace the stain of a well-worn inked hand, and see a paper-cut as the stride that it truly is: a push to find the deeper meaning in all of these well worn letters.