Its funny, how I had four months off, and I decided not to write anything here.
Its funny, how I have to make myself write.
When you are in habit, you realise why you love what you love. Like fitness, regular hang outs with friends and loved ones. Writing. When you leave it be for a while you miss it, and you feel guilt for not investing. Funny thing, guilt.
I met with a friend today. Him and his partner have been one of my major inspirations. His partner passed away last year and the forty years they shared together ended in this life for now. He has lived such a colourful life so far, and his partner’s life was similar so. The bond and the commitment is something I aspire to have. I hope to have. It was privilege enough to have witnessed it with others.
The love I have found, and that is growing, has the potential. And to even experience that is a gift.
Stop using short sentences Edwin. And stop talking in third person.
So again, I am no longer word less.
