Conception
The excitement of a new life.
The possibility of greatness
The possibility of happiness.
Why are we doing this together?
Do we believe in the process, or do we just want the rush?
I do not want to feel this if it is not real.
I do not want a one night stand…
I want to believe in the miracle of when two become one…
The story of a God who loves,
Involved in the natural world.
So I believe…
As I pen a narrative of a boy trying to be a man, I begin to see.
There is truth in the idea that success is not financial.
And if I really believe this, I have to look the fear of homelessness and death in the face and reach out for the possibility.
As I right my narrative…
I am apart of a living organism, call it family, call it friend. Call it community, just do not call it organized religion. The dream to help one village,to help one child, to help mobilize change… We create a brand. We talk about success, we don’t think of failure. It will be three months before we break even. There is no pain in receiving the gift. There is only pain in loosing…
My mind can not keep up with the information causing change.
(this was apart of me processing the desire to start a new venture, be it relationships, children, business, these are my feelings left after the conception.)
