a beginning

the first breath in a strange world.

i admit, i was uncertain of my decision to bring to life a blog of my own. but it seems a good a place as any to gripe, somewhere to voice my opinions, creating a fountain of complaint, of criticism. but also, a place for ideas to grow, development in a manner that could never be achieved elsewhere. and perhaps to leave whatever possible mark i can in the world. to etch my name in a clumsy scrawl among a sea of others, to be lost in the waves of eternity.

at times, i am given a glimpse of my writing. a view where it holds some sort of enchantment, even bordering on magnificence. but then i am drawn from the clouds, a slow descent to earth. and, in a new light, i see how fruitless my attempts at brilliance truly are. my words, in contrast with so many others, seem hollow. each idea is muted, tainted, perhaps, by my subconscious sense of inadequacy.

but i put aside my evident faults. unshaken by the biting remarks of the world, i press forward. i can only hope that, in the process, i might uncover but a single line of poetry in my mountains of prose.

i remain undecided. the wisdom of my creation is questionable and i am hesitant to continue my contribution to the rise of objections on this earth. but the lure of unbridled expression, unaffected by jaded or biased annotations, is far too great a temptation.