Heart of a writer.

Awkwardly I have been having these desires to go to a coffee shop, and write, just like Don Miller speaks of in blue like jazz. This idea of sipping coffee and writing books, all the while meeting new people, and people watching, and the calm relaxing atmosphere, that to me is the awesome life of a bachelor. I like that idea, and guess what else, I like the fact that I can call myself a bachelor, I need this now for this time of my life. So right now I am happy, to some extent, and ready to get out of some of the restraints in front of me. I love life, I really love tea. I love thought, I love taste, I love smell, I really love honey. I love color, I love feelings, I even love the fact that there is pain in this world. Pain in the general sense, not injuries, I'm referring more to the emotional pain. I love the fact that we can understand and appreciate greatness and glory more after having witnessed and experienced pain. I want to sit back with no deadlines, and help the world. I want to talk to people. I want to write things for people to read. I want to help people. I'm not so physically able to do things like habitat for humanity, but I like the idea, and I would support them in a variety of ways. I look to utilize my skills, and I do not believe there will be a thing in my way to accomplish the will that God has for my days.