So, here you are. Brought into the world an unknown amount of time ago, with an unknown amount of time left before you leave. It would be my hope, my belief, to think that every single spirit is here for a specific reason- a unique purpose. When asked as a child "what you wanted to be when you grew up", some replied with innocent shrugged confusion, some with known civic career paths such as a fireman, ballerina, or doctor. I remember watching my brother draw cartoon characters when growing up. I would mimic and replicate them, using the washing machine lid as a flat surface. It wasn't long before the pencil turned to charcoal, pastels, and ink; the washer lid to a drafting desk. I had found my personal "it"...my niche- my first true & undying love. My heart. I've never known or seen freedom like the platform created inside my own imagination. It would be another hope and dream that everyone met (or still unknown to me) are currentily in their passion, openly consumed by it's device like a bright light. To find your path (smiles) is the trick. It's the one that resonates inside your being like a gong and is carefree without friction. Pure. Unadulterated. Love...