When I put the pen to paper.

I really never know what is going to come out when I put the pen to the paper.

I don’t think about the words I’m writing. I just keep my head clear and let my thoughts melt into the ink. It helps me visualize my thinking. Pour water on the flames of ambition. Bushwhack through a jungle of creativity. Tread on top of the chaotic currents of emotion. And breathe in fully the vast depth of experience.

It’s the only way I know how to navigate a world that many times makes no sense. If I didn’t know how, I would likely drown in my own questions for far too long, thinking I had walked 1,000 miles but actually never moving forward.