And so it is that a year into a new business venture I find myslef no better off than when I started. These days it seems as if angst is the bane of my existence and each day gives multiple births of frustration. I find sighing a momentary relief, a reminder that e-mails, voice mail, faxes, and day planners are not the fiber that makes for soulful living. Perhaps my breathing is a reminder that after all is said and done all we have left is the breath in our lungs. Do you find this despairing, reader? You shouldn't. Life is made up of all manner of twists and turns. Some seem to be expert navigators but most of us just ride the waves in hopes for understanding, connection, self awareness, and that "thing" we each search for. My hope? Well, it is this, that with evangelical fervor I will be relentless in finding the true meaning of compassion in the poetry of the commonplace among all the souls I call my friends. I want so to not simply be understood by others but to live in such a way that love, acceptance, grace, and passion are not simply terms that attempt to define some ideal we seek after but that instead these are incarnated in the things we hold dear to us and the things we are willing to lay our lives down for. There can be no peace without compassion and compassion comes only to those who can be quiet and who can listen. All the great sages and prophets have told us this already. Only those with all the answers reveal their true ignorance of the real issues and real questions.
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