To the odd spirits who visit my blog, leave kind messages, or wander through like ghosts in the marsh:
Finding passions in life is hard and can even feel daunting or hopeless. But everyone has that hidden spark of flame that finds their heels someday.
When you want to look for the spark that keeps your spirit, that one bit of light that makes you come alive, look backward. Because you will never find the marks you make in the future; it hasn't happened yet.
Look at all of the doors you've opened, the windows you've passed, the hands you've shaken- what color comes away? What gift stains your fingers, coming away from your body like a poorly-contained painter's heart? Because I guarantee you when you look back, it will be entirely too obvious.
And I hope that when you find it, when you see it, you smile. You smile and you shake your head and you mumble, "Of course."
I wish that. I yearn for that. For everyone on this strange little rock spaceship we call home.
