Thirsty

I have recently acquired a thirst that, to my surprise, not even my overindulgent caffeine addiction can quench!
The thirst exists not in my mouth but in my very soul, seeking a first hand knowledge of the world around me, driving me to see and log my visions as a constant growing archive within my new sketchbooks.

Starting the sketchbooks was a conscious decision but the infatuation that has arisen from their birth has been a surprise even to me. How ridiculous, that one can surprise oneself this way, surely, of all people, I would know my next thought, action, emotion before it consumed me?
Although their origins escape me, I remain grateful for surprises such as these and the knowledge they present to me about myself. Like an adventure they lay a path before me, an unknown destination. To turn away would be to deprive oneself of oneself and to pass through life never having ventured would surely dehydrate the mind, body and soul.

And so, like a sponge, I patiently await my next drink...I must be ready to absorb it when it comes and my eyes must be open so I may recognise it's arrival!


"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get." - Forrest Gump