Two old men, walking through San Francisco
I write because I see so much stunning beauty in the world, because writing makes my soul come alive. I love it. This is the less filtered, more random, unfinished workings of my brain, what I'm thinking about, what I'm seeing, the questions I'm asking or learning how to find...We need space to be curious, to explore ideas, to think, to wonder, to be wrong. Perhaps there is too much posturing in this world: and while ego is useful, at times, I also know that I'm always in a search for next, for learning, for being, and that brings me here.
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