I realize how little i know.
I understand that i don’t always have to be right.
I remember to stop myself short before i say something i’d regret.
I realize the benefit of saying sorry.
The regrets are prevented by past reflection.
The room will be empty. the house would be silent. and no one will text me back or return my calls.
….And I’m okay with that.
Dave. New York born. Jersey raised. I am second. Coffeeshops. Converses. Unfinished books. Movie extraordinaire. Craves theology, deep conversations and donuts. Radical reformission. Musician. Blogger. Seminarian.
I write for the sake of writing. Sometimes it's encouraging. Sometimes it's personal. But I write so I can remember who I am as I progress in my journey.
I write for the sake of writing. Sometimes it's encouraging. Sometimes it's personal. But I write so I can remember who I am as I progress in my journey.
