to what may be

i am not an open book. falling open on pages, emotions. written out plainly for anyone to read. 

i aspire to live my life honestly. by feeling emotions in true, raw form. not denying them or playing them up or down. by living in the truth. excepting things for what they are, not for what i wish for or try to create. 

with the season we are in, the bitter wind. the biting cold. we all examine ourselves, our lives. where we are. are going.  i will attempt to let this place in on my travels. 

and here we begin.

"when we really begin a new year it is decided...who shall be truly alive; and who shall merely exist."