This Is Not A Writing Entry, So I’ll Keep It Brief

Sometimes I feel a deep need to apologize without knowing specifically to whom or for what. That vagueness is probably a good thing. Keeps me honestly reflective and aware enough to know wishing I could save the entire world largely deflects from the work I could do on myself. ‘Why try,’ the brain says, ‘when the task is so big?’ But is the task ever bigger than who you are? Yes, evil people have hijacked much of the world, but it’s good people who keep it livable. Good people are saying let me kiss your forehead, let me feed you, what do you need, how can I help? How can I be what reality and life, rather than the empty fears so many gorge themselves on, need me to be?'

Writers, we need you to write. Singers, give emotions voice. Orators, let us not talk falsely now; by the lowering of the sky you see as well as everybody else that the hour is getting late. Healers, a thousand wounds need you. Painters, please challenge time to a standstill. Lovers, use the word love like the protective talisman it is. Gardeners, so many people are hollowed out; backfill.

I apologize for every lack of clarity even though none of us escape being spun like an eight ball. I apologize for having more poetry in me than most times call for, and maybe even for not using poetic inclinations for what they’re meant for: to keep light rays from feeling lonely.

I don’t apologize for not being perfect. Again, deflection is for fools. But, yes, I will apologize for the times when it feels unavoidable that I fall short.

We are here to help life feel alive. In religious terms, God is a question. I’m not religious. In pragmatic terms, you are a possible answer.

Provided you’re honest.