Why?

That is the question, why am I trying to write? See, I'm not a writer, English is a constant source of frustration to me; I find my self changing my thoughts so they match my ability to write them ALL THE TIME. I have an astonishing lack of knowledge of the English language but still, I been having this desire to let it all out, to tell the world about the way I feel and the way I see things. 

As I get older, interesting things are happening, for one, I'm turning into Yoda, very wise and very ugly, ...no, I'm not green yet but I figure is just a matter of time. Also, as Yoda, I keep on spilling indecipherable, unsolicited advice to anyone that shows up at the cave. As a part of the process, I'm also having this "Jerry Maguire" moments where I find myself seating late at night in some hotel somewhere writing and sharing very personal feelings  with my "close friends" on Facebook, all 200 of them.

And that is why, hiding behind my very outdated photography site I decided to hide a few of my thoughts. Maybe one day I let people in, for now, I keep it my little secret.