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The world as it is, as it’s been…and even more as it will be; never fails to leave me in awe. I have so many questions, but only partial answers, slips of truth muddled with the emotions of reality. Pieces that stand on their own, that’s what I choose to make my mark with.

Difficulties of understanding and perspective, where does the answer lie? Is it found in a bottle, a prescription label or how about a pipe? Can I wave a wand, chant a few words and have the instantaneous result I so desire? As I age I realize the answer becomes thinner, silkier, and less tangible; the web becomes sticky, tangled and a knotted mess.

Ownership of character…choices of need, want and then there is obligation and inner fulfillment, how does it all balance, compromise and does the end result feel how I feel? Am I standing with my arms wide open only to have my muscles grow tired, weary and drained? Am I left used, neglected and lonely? Or perhaps I have the greatest gift I could ever give myself, I find myself on a scavenger hunt for not only redemption but validation.