Sometimes the now is ugly. It’s riddled with restrictions. It’s corroded by constraints. It’s shaking from stress. But what shape will life take on 6 months from now? The storm may pass; or it may be worse. Faced with either possibility one can only be as sure as the quality of their fortune telling abilities….

There’s solace in sharing. Buoys and speeding sailboats both serve a role. It’s characteristic of navigating, not specific to one journey.

Asking the questions you’re curious about. Being direct with your internal state. Letting laugher characterize you as the loudest people in the terminal. Sharing what makes you bloom. Letting others in.

A building with a glistening exterior, crumbling foundation, and polished to shine. A home with a plain frame, solid foundation, and 40 year old accents. After two storms, theres no noticeable difference. After 10 storms only one remains.

Like a river that ebbs and flows, empires are built and fall. They tell lessons and woes of resilience and humanity. Beautiful and tragic, sorrowful and violent it commands attention.