Art.

What entices me most about the concept of writing is how freeing it truly is. I have always enjoyed the mere thought of being able to get my thoughts out in such a way that is was understandable to the reader. And by that I mean – a way in which my words aren’t complete gibberish. When your words are thoughts, they can be jumbled, confusing, scribbled quick like a picture a little kid drew during kindergarten art class. But I guess that’s the great thing about most peoples creative talents – they are all our own form of art. They don’t have to make sense or prove anything, they don’t have to teach anything – they merely have to exist. And maybe most of you think that is a waste, but if I have even one reader who can relate, or one reader who feels touched or helped by the words I am scribbling down – then my art has a whole new meaning because my art already has meaning – it is meaningful to me.

Pilot.

The chronicles of a mind that never stops wandering.

What does that mean? Where am I going with this?

Well, I don’t really know either. What I do know is that I have the inability to shut my mind off. I mean really, this brain of mine never stops wandering. I think, I write, I think, I write. But I never write on paper, I never write online (until now). The writing has always been composed in my mind, where is was stored and locked away. But as a twenty-something, what good is that? Why not share the chronicles of this busy, wandering mind of mine? So that is precisely what I am going to do. I will share with all of you, the craziness of what it is that is going on in my head which is both a blessing and a curse.

My aspiration of one day being able to truly take my thoughts and compose a beautiful piece of literature has to start somewhere. So today, it will start here.