blog of dreams

Stephen's Quintet from the newly renovated Hubble Telescope

"If you write it, they will come." Encouraging words (paraphrased) offered from a friend.

At times I feel as though the Internet has simultaneously managed to create a wonderful medium to link ourselves with anyone and everyone in the world, while also encouraging severe egocentricism. This strange dichotomy both unites people yet isolates them as well. We create for ourselves a small cubby of a space in cyberworld, where we unleash our thoughts and views on any and all topics and if we're lucky enough to have readers, our voice matters. We can be far from home, yet pictures reveal to us the events that take place in your absence. We're connected in this sense, but also reminded that life goes one without you... no matter what. Sometimes, that can produce a small knot in your stomach, or leave you with the strange taste of iron in your mouth.

Life is continually moving... moving... moving at warp speed, moving at a snail's pace. Some people have told me that I am brave for coming out to Korea, but mostly, I am enveloped by fear. Fear of the unknown and fear of choice. Stifling, suffocating fear. We're all so fortunate to have so many choices. Gone are the simpler days of growing up, settling down and laying to rest in the same place. The world that was once so big and mysterious is now much smaller as modern technology and media have made it easier to explore and traverse.

What to do with this gift? This gift of choice, freedom and possibility? So many have no choice, but I have far too many to keep my head on straight. So what to do until my head stops spinning from one grand prospect to the next? Just keep on writing... they will come.