We're constantly running a race. A race to be perfect, accepted, or just noticed. No matter what our aim, we're always running; never taking time to stop and smell the roses, however cliche that may be. In our paths, obstacles arise. We either find a way around them, or we turn away, running in another direction. Whatever decision we make, it will ultimately affect our overall outcome.
Lately I've been running a race. A race to be in control. A race to be perfect. As expected, there were obstacles along the way. And the more that appeared, the more frightened I became. So I eventually gave up. And for a while I had accepted that. I felt no remorse. I felt no sadness. I felt no desire to begin again. And I now realize how sorry I am for that.
This race is just a blog, and being accepted and understood by those who read it is just as well as being perfect. I felt alone before. I feel alone now. But at this point I have realized that you never run a race alone. Whether it be a partner running alongside you, or an entire team, you're not alone. Those who prepare you for the race are also in it with you. And it's a sad thing to ever forget that. But sadly I had forgotten, until now.
All in all, I'm just trying to convey my apologies to all of the writers and readers of this blog. I'm sorry for leaving you high and dry. I know that it may not be as big of a deal as I am making it, but it means something to me. In the scheme of things, this blog has or does mean something to each and every one of us. Even if it is a small something. I'm having some hard times in life, right now, and this blog is my resting place. I can lose myself here and forget all that is undesirable. I do hope that you'll all allow me to do so.