Anis Mojgani... whether you're offended by his choice of words or not, the man has a gift. The words he breathes have life...they move me and to an extent, give concrete meaning to some of the wandering thoughts I have. 

What does it mean to be a person? Have I forgotten?

These are questions he asks through his poetry and these are questions I have begun to ask myself. This summer has been the most mundane season of my life and I can see how it has affected me I have allowed it to affect me: I don't write and dream as much as I use to.  I'm not as intentional as I want to be. I think and do and settle with what is in front of me... this should be written in past tense. 

This blog is my attempt to find meaning in everything, to construct meaning to all that I see and do and experience... even in the mundane. Despite the fact that this next season of my life may be anything but mundane... I want to consciously be.

Writing is a form of being. 

It's pausing and allowing yourself to be vulnerable...allowing the thoughts within you to take on a concrete form with meaning and substance (hopefully).