There's a moment in someone's life where they must actively choose to pursue the thing they love, the thing that makes them happy. Often, they will have to choose this thing over a stable future. I'm tired of thinking about how I need to think of only what is practical when every part of me burns to be a writer. I need to express all the words that flow out of me. They come from everywhere: my body, mind, soul, and spirit. I need to get it out of me in hopes of processing myself, my relationships, the state of my country, my world. I don't care if you like what I have to say, but I do hope that it at least touches you in someway that stays with you, in a way that you can't forget it. I hope it provokes something in you, that makes you reflect, that makes you worried, angry, sad, hopeful, happy. Anything, because that's our jobs as writers, right, in entice some kind of change in the world, whether its individual or cataclysmic. There's really no point to writing if its solely for the sake of writing words. I want to move you. Sure, it's a large task, but I don't really have meaning or a purpose for being here if I don't.