Hey strangers! I feel this is now an appropriate term of address for anyone who reads my blog, as clearly I'm not efficient with my posts. I'll try to get better. Promise.

Anyway, the past few days for me have been...odd. I don't exactly know how else to describe it other than I think I may be having an existential crisis. Lately I've just been questioning my life's purpose. Because I want my life to mean something, I want to achieve great things and I want people to talk about whatever I create for years to come. Not because I want to be remembered, but because I want what I produce to make people happy. And I want to give the lost some hope.

Already the world has produced so many beautiful pieces of art, in the form of music, novels, videos and quotes. I know I can probably never top the inspiration we have already in this world, because we are so so lucky. But I'd like to try. I believe writing is my calling, and it has the potential to develop our universe simply by opening our minds and imaginations to encompass fresh thought. So I want to change things, line by line. 

I don't quite know how to overcome the existential obstacle yet, but I'm trying.
I'm just reaching for a greater something.  

"Take to the sky, open up your eyes and see how far you get in just one day." - Mighty Oaks