Evolve or remain.

It's 6:52 a.m., and the maintenance man for my apartment building has just smiled at me and told me to have a great day at work. He's never seen me or spoken to me before. He doesn't know my name. He doesn't know what I do. And he doesn't have to . What he does know is the important stuff- that it's 6:52 a.m. on a Friday, and there's still dew on the grass from the chill of the night, and that the littlest efforts towards a human connection matter. You don't have to know people to be kind to them. It's 7:15 in the morning now and there's a young girl standing on the corner waiting for the bus. I can't help but wonder where she's going or who she's meeting. I wonder why she's alone. I wonder how far she walked to get there. I wonder what obscenely early hour she must've been up at, or if she even slept at all. I wonder if anyone has made her feel happy yet today, and doubt it by the way she keeps her head down and seems to be...

Okay yeah, I can't lie to you. I wouldn't lie to you. Writing isn't something I particularly love. The process is interesting and discovering myself more with every piece of work is humbling, but there's more to it than just that.  I think there are things that you need to understand about me and where I'm coming from before that makes any sense at all to you, so I'll lay it all out here now. I don't write for the sake of pleasing an audience, which tends to confuse most everyone. I don't write to gain followers or increase my page views. I don't write in an effort to be praised or critiqued.  Obligations and debts are dead to me here. I don't have anyone to answer to here. I speak my mind without interruption here and this is where I don't have anyone trying to argue with me or tell me how they would do it differently. This is where I don't have to listen to anyone try to convince me that writing is a waste of my time or a nonsense us...