It has been so long since I've written some worthwhile, thought-evoking material.  Set aside lengthy emails with conversations about relationships, broken hearts, dinner plans, weekend shenanigans or just silly banter… not what I’d consider writing.  Like how I used to, at least.

I am at this juncture.  Again.  Where I find myself spending a considerable amount of time – between my morning and afternoon drive to work, in the shower, mid-meeting, along the produce aisle – doing self-analysis, holding inner dialogues, questioning existential thoughts of life, purpose and happiness.  So many thoughts; not enough words.

And just as I struggle making sense of these thoughts, I now find myself struggling to put them on paper.  Or on screen.  Instead, fragments and one-line epiphanies land on neon-colored post-it notes.

Now, the hard part… putting them all together to form coherent sentences into one meaningful journal entry.

I can do this.  I’ve been here before.  I just need time and practice.  Like riding a bike.

With both hands on the handlebar and feet on the pedal, here I go...

We are so quick to bullet the mistakes others have made.
So quick to point our fingers into a direction other than our own.
So quick to blame others for the terror we have caused.
So quick to ignore our own wrong-doings because in light of it all...

It is easier to lift the dirt off our shoulders and place them on someone else's.
It is far too convenient to rest fault on an easier target.
It is way too easy to shift the focus on to someone you deem worthy, and in some cases, unworthy of the attention.
It makes more sense to abandon our responsibilities and hope that by stroke of luck, it will either mend itself or it will fall on someone else's lap.

It is just so.
And it happens all throughout the various aspects, different walks and times of our lives. May it be personal, professional, spiritual, or as was the case last night, political.

It's the nature of humans, of the corporate world, of ecclesiastical affairs and of political science.
We've become masters of self-destruction.
Because we all know that, at some point in time, in some way, shape or form, our negligence, our dirt has a way of coming back to bite us back in the ass.

Always.

Some takes longer than others but rest assured....
it all comes back to you.