Following the path to serenity, I have found myself with time. Terrifying time. Time that I am not allowed to fill with trivial matters, that I am not allowed to donate to others, that I am not allowed to fill with more work. This is my time. My time to pursue more along my path. I am not here to simply put the pieces together, but to carve the pieces and mix the paste and make something real. But the emptiness is paralyzing. I am all of a sudden here to build, and thus will have evidence of that which I build.
It has been so long, I am not sure I remember how.