I don't know where the time has gone, First Grade completely came out of nowhere. It seems like it was just yesterday when he was captivated by a little train named Thomas and all his friends. He was toddling about barely forming words, much less a full sentence. Yet, here I look at him, toddler…
We literally stand before a vast infinity swirling with concept and ideas - some discovered, many not.
Inadequacy. It is that feeling which is born from the very thing of inferiority itself, it is that which leads to a life of ashes. It is everything that whispers "not enough", "failure", and "wrong". It is that feeling that hauntingly arises when brought before the new and the extraordinary. Inadequacy, it is the thing…
Chronicles of a Keeper: 