I walk towards a great adventure, a war, the unsung act of simply living. From the moment I entered my lives, and occupied the spaces therein, and the moment after that, and the moment after that, I’ve fought on the battlefields of endless possibilities … the playground of the Great Perhaps.

Life is an anti-hero, and sometimes as with any misunderstood thing, we mistreat it as the villain; with neither sympathy nor reflection we see it as against us, as alien to us, a threat. And yet at the same time, it has such redeemable, and charismatic qualities, it’s hard not to root when it wins.

Life is the most broken character ever written, because life always wins. Always. And as I journey from moment to moment, in the war-torn lands of my own potentiality and creation, as I walk in life’s shoes until the end of my stories, it is up to me to choose what adventure will come next.

Simply living is like a warzone, between the armies of reality and hope, the factions of imagination and despair. And as I fight, and I must fight, I must also seek the perhaps that will have life remember me in the end. Being an author is my adventure, my Great Perhaps, and I go now to seek it.

May you never forget me.