Our predicament

Why is it that when I try to start writing I forget what I started off with. It sems to melt away into the worries of my everyday life.

Whats the purpose of life without passion, without the urge to get better at what one does each day. The only real competition is against our self. Others only serve as inspiration.

So I am going to attempt to pen all these ga-zillion thoughts into words.. Maybe some will take shape and just may be some make sense..that is after they take shape.


the difference between success and failure is small as a point of view and large as the efforts due to the point of view.

Can we persist through times of not so plenty