Tuesday, July 07, 2015


There comes a time, every so often in my life, when I look about me, at a life filled with richness, and question whether this is all I get.

There comes this longing, for things that haven't yet earned the right to be named, for things that cannot be named if I have to live with the aftermath of naming them, for things I haven't earned the right to yearn for.

I will be 33 tomorrow. I wonder if I'll feel the same when I'm 73.