The truth is - I often wish I did not live this life.  I wish I were meant for something else, something simpler.  I wish I could work a standard nine-to-five, come home and hug the one I love, fix her dinner and lay down beside her and her alone every single night.  I wish I was content to live in the same city or town for all my life, visit the same sports pub every weekend, get worked up about the local sports team and chase shopping and material trends.  But it just does not seem to be in the cards for me, always been missing, ever so slightly out of reach.

It is the dreams of clarity in destiny and true meaning that fuels me.  My goal is to one day to make sense of this fight - to overcome this struggle alone, in strong standing, peace of mind and prove it does not have to break you.  When I fall down dragging myself on hand & knee… and wake up cold and alone in dark unknown places.  When I crawl across that hard finish line… and there’s no one in sight.  When I scream at the top of my lungs in desperation with not a breath of air left… and there’s no one around to hear it.  It’s the faith in divine design keeping me alive and carrying me on.  I must keep on running.  I must keep on writing.  I must keep on fighting.