So a while ago, stuff echoing in my mind but most loudly.. To just write. The voice, imaginary, decided that I need to write, about what? noting, to what purpose? oh no, no, nothing again. Maybe this person or thing that wants me to write wants to see me uncover something from the depths of my mind, maybe to deliver some wisdom to the many. Maybe this person or thing wants me to do this just to express myself, because that is what this is in the first place? This place is an expression of myself. Maybe this is the problem.
For too long I have been driven to success, at what cost, now I live with a debilitating ilness taking medications probably until the end of my life, but for what.
So I just that person or thing that I am listening to did have a message, it is that I need to change my direction.
Thanks for reading,
Your Canadian Brother
Leadership from the front. 