Writing chose me. But I had to go through quite a bit of life before I knew what to write about, to learn the truths about life and death and choices, to learn the deep and true meaning of love, and thus what it is not. To learn that the journey is the point of life, not the goal, not the destination. To learn that life is only real in this moment, all else is fiction. To learn how to value this present moment so the gift of life can be fully appreciated. Words and inspiration still come to me from somewhere beyond myself, they are not mine, yet they are based on my lived experience, my way of looking at the world, of being in it and loving it for what that brings with it.