I write to make sense of my thoughts, but a lot of times, it just makes me more confused.
I want to understand why I feel the way that I feel. I want to discover some sort of reason, or an answer, to the meaning of mortality. The experience of existence.
I have a lot of questions and I know they can’t be answered.
So I listen to music. I escape in the artistry of others.
This is a late night post. A post about gratitude.
Thank you for sharing your pursuit. For letting me, and many others, join in your journey.
It has made the moment more bearable than you’ll ever know:
(For my e-mail friends, click the picture above to watch the music video.)