The other day when I wrote I was upset about the circumstances of a loss of human life, one that would be thought of as too soon. Some might call it a waste of a good life. I remember hearing a colleague, a person I consider a friend, even though they might not value that same connection, say those words in reference to the loss, and I walked away confused and sad. How do you call a human being’s life on this earth a waste? I mean, they did exist, they did touch lives, they did create memory by their actions. All of that really does count even when they are cut down early by impulsive actions that could easily have been prevented. Yes, that part of it is a waste to think about what might have been, what could have been.

I wondered what I might write about today, as I wanted to touch on some aspect of my daily life. I spend the majority of my time in a coffee shop watching the people around me when I am not working in the classroom or on the stage. I have found that in recent weeks, with my writing becoming more emphasized I look at certain aspects of my daily life far differently. I feel like a writer these days, I feel I can call myself that without any reservation. I don’t know if I will ever get published, but I do know with certain accuracy that I write on a daily basis. So I guess that makes me a writer, correct? Now the task ahead is to continue to explore why.

The Beatles song ‘Nowhere Man’ is playing in the background as I write this passage tonight. I find that rather cool because that song has always had such meaning in my life over the years. I remember when I was 16 and I first heard the song, I wondered how profound it was that Lennon wrote a song that related directly to me. Back then you know everything revolved around our teenage egos. I recall wondering about the words and whether the people around me could perceive this reality of my identity. A person could really sink in the mire of such a mindset you know. I am fortunate that somehow I battled through.

So tonight, I’m just writing to sort of bring my thoughts out of my head a little bit. Not really sure if I am summarizing my day, or giving any pointed thoughts that are amounting to any value, but I suppose it feels pretty good. I think about that kid we laid to rest a week or two ago, and I think about all the others that are passing before us, and I wonder about God’s plan. I am thankful to be able to keep a journal and actively say good night at the end of my reflection. Good night.