In a world as beautiful and complicated as this, we are all on our own trajectory, searching for our own truth, and figuring out this thing called life and conquering it to the best of our abilities. When Abraham Maslow wrote his hierarchy of needs, the one thing he left out from his pyramid was critical. He failed to mention that as we climb the hierarchy and fulfill lower-level needs, there always must be hope. Without hope, none of it really matters all that terribly much. The randomness of life is intriguing and one left turn or one right turn or one wrong turn can send your life veering off into places one can only imagine. This path does not exist in a vacuum, and sometimes intersects with people, places, or things, on their own convoluted path or trajectory, and there lies the hope.

 

Watching the storms roll in.

 

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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