I feel like a writer today. Not like any old writer, but like myself. I have So much to say. Often, it all gets caught at once in my throat and I choke. In those times I don't feel like myself. I don't feel like a writer. But today is different.
I am flowing steadily like a stream, and my thoughts are so fluid that they Slip through my throat easily, sliding to make room for one another in the stream. No longer a blockade, but a waterfall of consciousness, frictionless and transcent to be easily recorded with pen and paper. Without fricion. Today I have a friction less mental sky. have so much to say. Now is the time. i'm ready to switch.

And so it starts That me as a person cannot skipp any chapter at once, though still I left, and done many things that made me sad (or sadder). I had so many memories to share while having so many things to say. I let them go, like describing as a flow. But i understand that….

Sometimes, you have to choose the wrong path, you have to make the mistake, in order to truly connect with the fact that even the missteps, that even the rejections, were really just redirections.
Or sometimes, you have to lose all that you hoped for your-self, all that thought you wanted, in order to un-earth all you truly need, in order to make room within your life for the right things to unfold.