It has been a while since I wrote a line - so much has happened. And yet, I cannot put half these things that are so important to me into words to put down on a page.
How do I express that I found an answer that I did not know I was asking? Although I did know - I have been searching, for so long, for my true calling.
Is that how to name it? I have no proper word for it - the thing I truly want to do, my place in life, my special talent. I have been looking for it, and now I am no longer looking, though nothing has changed except that little fact.
Yet I am content. In a way, I have always known, and it has always been within me, been in my deeds and thoughts, though I did not know it.
I wish to make people happy. Through word, or image, or deed, I wish to show them the gladness I feel inside me - show them what I see with my pictures, what I hear in song, how I feel in dance. I wish them to share with me in the beauty of this world. And it is therefore I have drawn, and sung, and danced for so long, though I thought it was not worthy. Now I know that it is, that this is truly what I wish to do.
And I no longer fear the darkness - for all that is, and will be, must cease to be. But now, in this moment, it is here and it is good for that it is here. I fear not that the flowers must wilt, and the animals that are my friends must pass. When they go I will cry, but I will remember them and the gladness they brought me. And perhaps they, too, will remember me.
Yes. I will remember.
