It is easy for some people to write. They have a lot to say after-all.

It is not so easy for me to write, even if I have a lot to say.

Putting things in words can be daunting because by those words you may be judged.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you just have to get it out; those thoughts and concepts that have been begging for a platform to sing from. Certain truths wring you about the neck and just about slap you across the face for keeping them to yourself. It’s not fair to keep them locked away, twirling through a consciousness that doesn’t care to contain them for itself.

That’s the beauty of getting a little older. Age may come furrowed lines, relaxing skin and a seemingly ever expanding waistline, but it also, if executed with reverence, bears the fruit of maturity. So maybe, just maybe, now I can trust myself to write.

It’s not that I’ve never had things to say. Not that’s not it at all. I have had plenty bursting at the seams and needlessly pouring into keys. It’s just I could never trust myself to say them clearly and without vivid sharpness. I was not wise enough with my words, and thankfully I knew it. Now, I don’t know how wise I am, but I think I have enough invested to be more cautious of untamed words.

That is the problem of clarity at times: It is sharp to the point but can be brutual without careful application and anesthetic. The bible calls a word fitly spoken “Like apples of gold in pictures of silver.” Not exactly sure what the technical use of the apples and pictures are, but it sure conjures an image of pure and treasured beauty.

I endeavor to you, Dear Reader, whoever you are, to be very careful of the application of these words.