I was sorting through a few pictures today and started to fool around with software that I haven’t used very much. The end result was a short slideshow with shots of Felicia and me over the last year or so. Now that I know how to create these videos, I’m sure I will be doing more:

I write most of the time because I don’t know what to say or even what I am feeling. That seems counter intuitive I know but you’ll have to trust me. Writing is a reflective channel for my mind and an outlet for unarticulated thoughts.

The end result of my recent (two hour) writing session, was this simple note to myself:

The meaning of my life does not fit neatly into a box. The body of my work cannot be bound by a one-page resume. My legacy will not be limited to the things that you witness but rather the things that are set in motion by my life when it has passed.

Any un-fulfillment is a matter of choice and boredom is its complement. The menu of opportunity is limited only by my preference for taste.

My habits are developed and so too should my potential. Accepting anything that stunts the growth of this soul’s desire is a recipe for disappointment. Change is what is consistent, while stagnation is temporary.

The picture will only be blurry if I lose focus.

Shift perspective and evaluate true happiness. To be content is to settle and to settle is to halt the continuous search for what cannot fit into that box. Meaning in the end is what existence is about.