Connection in its purest form involves some level of vulnerability. It enhances the quality of our lives when done right, and the utility of its presence, when maintained in a healthy form, is untold. When we lack the receptivity to understand and share who we are, forming the close bonds that sustain us across a lifetime becomes very difficult.

At many points in life, I was rash, impulsive, and refused to listen to reason, as we tend to be when we are young and lack experience. Stubborn, and yet, I haven't quite outgrown that trait. I doubt I ever will.

In a practical sense, I comprehend hope. Although, I can't help but wonder if maybe there's more to it than just the concept alone to grasp. Perhaps the nature of it is where that answer lies.

It passes me by yet promptly arrives again then I have it to look forward to invariably. That sentiment didn’t quite mean much to me before. Maybe still, in some ways, it doesn’t, although as I grow, I begin to understand it a bit better each day.

When I was younger, I thought I had a firmer grasp of what I was contemplating than I realized. I wasn't fully aware of how my thoughts affected various areas of my life, such as my behavior, rectitude, and even my progression toward the goals I had set myself to accomplish.

Writing for me has always felt like a release, a way in which I find peace in times when my mind seems at its most turbulent or when the things around me are.