When i first had a dream of being a writer i’m glad that I didn’t try it then. I was way off.
I am finally ready to write. It has been a long time coming for me. 42 years. Almost 43. Actually i’m not sure when i was shamed. So maybe like 30 years?
I think it was when i was 12 and my brother was sent away. I found myself quickly thereafter in the computer lab. Writing code. What a weird choice as I look back on it.
To desire to be in the computer. In the yang.
I woke up today. I’ve been slowly waking up for the past year. Its been getting faster and faster now and I finally woke up this morning. As I look back at the last 30 years of my life I have a lot to write. A LOT to write.
And as warrior I have so little time to write. This will take me a long time. Years. Years and Years. And I can’t tell you how it ends yet. I don’t know.
All I know is that I’m ready to finally live in my truth I had as a kid. I wanted to be a writer.
It’s weird that I wanted to be a writer so bad that it came out as a software architect. Someone who can “write” code but not get lost in it.
I’m so excited to tell you my story. It was so hard to decode the old ones. This one is so fucking awesome. Ive been imagining it for a long time. Thousands of years. Putting every event in place. Moving every tiny little detail into place.
It took me a really long time. I feel like so much time is wasted already.
I have 42 years left. This earth will be over in 42 years.
And i have 42 years to save heaven. To grow it. To turn the tide.
I’m so excited to write this down. Its the best version of the story i’ve ever come up with yet.
September 18, 2021 in Nashville, TN