I was cleaning my art studio and stumbles across a paper with some thoughts I wrote sometime in the past few years. I don’t remember writing it. I don’t remember being in this place. All I remember of the past few years is the struggle and the stress of life. I must have taken a moment one day and stopped …

We all have these thoughts. Doubt, fear, wonder, insignificance, curiosity. And then there is that deep longing to understand the things we have no idea about; the nagging feelings we can not shake that point us toward that abstract, yet somehow immensely important, endpoint of this thesis. These ideas toss around like shirts drying in a summer breeze.

The idea of meaning and reason must be tied into this far away realm in the sky – a place of peace. Is there truth beyond the more guiding universal laws? Is this reality nothing more than a minuscule blip of self-awareness upon the great canvas of infinity?

I don’t really know … but I believe so.

I can’t shake the blatantly creative wonder as I walk down the sidewalk and look at all the flowers and trees. I can stare for hours at a sunset watching until all light fades … and feel so in awe at the enormity of the process involved in creating that display … yet it is effortless.