Writing is momentum. I have not written for a while.

Not writing is momentum lost. Now where would momentum go, if not directed right?

I realized, not too long ago, that I’d lost something. Something very important to me. Something I’ve always taken for granted. You know, many people say that being gainfully employed isn’t all that bad. It isn’t; it’s not all that awesome either. My friend, hear me out, life has to be lived the right way. I understand that we work, and many of us, we do not have a choice but to work. Sometimes what we do isn’t our choice; sometimes we hate what we do. Sometimes, we do what we love, but the people around us teach us to hate it.

Work, like it or not, takes up long hours. Whether or not these hours hurt, or whether they inspire, you know that sometimes we have a choice. For those who do not, it will come. For those who do, do not deny it. These hours make up a significant portion of your life, and if it does not change you as a person I do not know what will. Your work will shape who you are, long after your formative years are over. It might make you a light in your world, or it might cast a shadow over your heart.

Sometimes, people do not realize what they have done – what they have changed themselves for. They do not even realize that they have lost. Sad to say, this is very close at heart. So when I read that note, for less – others have killed for, I merely shrugged. I was not doing what I believed in; I had changed, I had lost. The rewards are tangible, but the losses infinite. What more could I ask for?

Strength does not lament loss. Strength rebuilds; faith believes. It is my job to rise again. So whatever the future holds for me. Just hold on. I’ve got a castle to build.