…In a way, our direction has always been predestined by the frameworks of his story. Spending our waking moments continuing the trials of yesterday while praying today for the rewards of tomorrow. Nevertheless, tomorrow never comes. A life that more accurately reflects the magnetic pull of our internal compass, would have to be created anew through the frameworks of OUR story. But what is our story? Who is it that we seek? What is it that we seek? When is it that we seek? Why is it that we seek? Are we cursed to seek? Or are we blessed to seek? 

With the stroke of a pen, we cross the t's and dot the i's, notifying the gifts we give to our beloved. A long-held tradition used to help paint the picture that we are present in their lives. Are we truly present? As in a gift? As in a show? As in an act? as in a performance? Or just a collection of strung-together moments, actions, & steps, vaguely remembering where I've been or where next to be. Where should I be? Or where could I be?

Who, what, when, why?