Have you ever gotten very frustrated with someone or even a group of someones? Not because of something they've done, but because of something they fail to understand. There is a light of truth buried within each of us. It's buried SO deeply, in fact, that very rarely in a lifetime can we ever completely uncover what that truth is. And even if we can, we can't put it into words. It's too wholesome. Too pure. Too holy. It reveals best who we are and who we long to be. And though not even we completely understand it, we want one another to at least try. That is why we are artists. We are attempting to express that deep inner truth in ways only we know how. And that is why we so often wind up frustrated, because there is something we know to be true that no one else ever will.

That being said, here is my problem. I love. I love lots of things, lots of people, lots of situations. But I fear I say it too much. I'm afraid that because I use the word "love" so often, its value starts to diminish. But I never mean it any less. I use it often because I am grateful that I can. It took me close to twenty years to really learn how to be unafraid to love. And now I don't want to be afraid ever again.

So, if words are not enough, what could I do to show people how much I love them? What would I do? Would I live for them? Would I die for them? What would I give to show you how much I care for you?

I'd give the only thing I could: Everything...

~October 31, 2003