The Manifest

I’m lost.

In a sense, I guess I always have been. It’s as though I’m in a life raft out at sea and the moment a ship gets close enough, I reach for the flare and realize I have no clue how to use it. What if this thing backfires and explodes?

I want to develop my voice not to sing a capella but to say things that mean something. I can easily punch out my thoughts into this keyboard but developing and sharing opinions and feelings, that’s what connects with people, for better or worse.

The problem is, I’m afraid of being wrong. But then again who is ever absolutely right? We all live in the grey area. There is no black and white for anything. So I’ll get to the point and I’ll finish.

This is my first entry in years. In that time, I’ve started a “vlog” which sounds like some sort of Scandinavian hut. Long story short, I feel like I’m way too fucking politically correct in real life and that has got to change. Here, I can dial in the attitude to just the right amount, but for some reason, I err on the side of caution in my vlogs. But that is going to have to change here soon enough. I am going to start treading some dark water where I will be forced to take sides.

I need to find my voice.