Welcome to my world...

This evening (or morning, as it's 2:58 a.m.) I am beckoned by my craving to write. I never considered writing a blog before, but I have been intrigued by others' writings and decided to start one of my own. I've always been passionate about writing; however, until recently I have lacked reason to put words to paper (or in this case, to a blog!) But now I feel compelled- by some unknown source- to pour my thoughts out through my fingertips onto this keyboard on which I currently type.

I had dinner with a good friend of mine tonight- and she told me how she thought it was "cool" that I keep my talents a secret from most. I guess I enjoy remaining somewhat of a mystery. There's a lot more to me than meets the eye. But then again, don't most people think that about themselves? I am perplexed by my feelings of late- about life, love, adventure, and choices. I have yet to decide if life is driven more by one's choices or attitudes (I lean towards a combination of both). Right now, I am amazed at the different roads I have traveled in comparison to my beloved brother. We were born to the same parents, the same upbringing, the same home, the same love... and yet we have taken completely opposing paths through life. It pains me to think that life can be so hard and challenging for someone I love and care about, and yet be so seemingly easy for me. Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of disappointments, heartaches, struggles, etc. But it seems I've skated smoothly so far, turning at the right moments in the right directions.

When does the bubble burst? When is the ground going to be ripped from under my feet? When is the sky going to fall? I can't continue to berate myself with these questions: it could drive oneself mad. Instead, I like to live life in the present moment: one day at a time, one laugh at a time, one tear at a time, and pray that it lasts long enough to mean something.