Will not run

Did it seem, as a child, to anyone but me that we could have made the history books if only we would try? As a youth, you seem indestructible and unassailable. As age, time, and experience add their contributions to life, I realize more and more how improbable that dream is. And yet, I don't miss it at all.

Yesterday, I signed my contract and re-upped officially for next year. My life will never make a history book, my actions never have a direct, earth-shaking effect. Yet, I would not trade this life for any other, nor would I leave this life. I have not been called anywhere else, I have no sense of permanent direction. But were I to leave, where else could I go?

I'm no longer afraid of the Light setting me on fire.