A Tiny Prayer

“And it came to me then, that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time”

-Death Cab For Cutie

Every true beginning is like falling in love.

It is only in the heady embrace of something truly new that we can experience that peculiar set of mixed feelings. Of excitement at the possibilities of something only glimpsed and terror at the prospect of nurturing something that is destined for the grave.

Well, this baby will be born with little fanfare. In its hand will rest my thoughts and feelings, the pseudo-intellectual ramblings kicked up by a whirling world. I offer no disclaimer, ask no forgiveness.

I only request that you approach it with openness, as I will endeavour to do the same. Wherever this may go, I’ll attempt to give my best. Hoping my enthusiasm doesn’t fail.

Because newborns, they can be oh so fragile.



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