Sitting on a (commuter) train looking out the window, I think of where I’ve been and where I am going. Looking at a Maryland sign I think of being home. And how transitory home has really become. The scene from Garden State runs through my mind, the one where Zac Braff speaks of home being something you miss but can’t return to. I think of how it isn’t a place, but a memory of a place and time.
I think of how it doesn’t take much to trigger a memory that triggers an introspective journey of thoughts and feelings. Traveling of most any sort prompts me to do lots of thinking about so many things. Often I long to share my thoughts, especially when I experience a revelation or realization I think may benefit others beyond myself.
I feel like I’ve been sharing both more and less lately. More in quantity, less honesty and depth. I’ve feared being too honest and vulnerable. I’m going to be changing things up a little. I am me and I am not ashamed to share that.
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