You Can't Succeed Unless You're Willing To

The First Love Is The Difficult Love.

There Are Many Ways To Love Someone. Sometimes We Want Love So Much, We're Not Too Choosy About Who We Love. Other Times, We Make Love Such A Pure And Noble Thing, No Poor Human Can Ever Meet Our Vision. But For The Most Part, Love Is A Recognition, An Opportunity To Say, "there Is Something About You I Cherish." It Doesn't Entail Marriage, Or Even Physical Love. There's Love Of Parents, Love Of City Or Nation, Love Of Life, And Love Of People. All Different, All Love.

Some Loves Come Unbidden Like Winds From The Sea, And Others Grow From The Seeds Of Friendship.

One Likes To Think One Grows As A Writer As One Ages, Else All You Get Is An Old Young Writer. Beyond That Is The Changing Landscape Of The Universe And The Stories I Choose To Tell.

Often I'll Try Things That Just Won't Happen The Way I'd Like Them To, So Hearing That They're Not Working Saves Me Some Wear And Tear The Next Time Around.