December 12, 2010
All Alone Is All We Are
Having kids, a robust social network, a meaningful career, a wife, peers, an artistic bent, and a mind full of questions makes one remember the power of solitude. Sometimes the only thing that matters is sitting alone in your living room past midnight gently tapping the keys and letting your mind find it's shape in the cloak of words and ideas. No goals, no product, no agenda, philosophy or manifesto, just a tender voice telling you that it's all okay. The silence broken by the sad gentle sound of your favorite song. The smoke is gone, the wine glasses untouched, but here you are. As you always have been, pushing forward one small step at a time.