[The Wanderer]

is a leaf's only purpose to fall?

drifting without aim

it grows, it blossoms, it dies
life is beautiful

As all things must have a beginning, I too start here. Humble pages carry my thoughts however sporadic they may appear. When all is said and done - when one's existence comes to an end, it's their ideas that have a chance to live on.

Thoughts, experiences, recollections. Sometimes I wonder if they'll remember me, but other times I ask if my story will be one that's worth reminiscing on. For now, I'll continue to record it all here.

Maybe someone will read it.