cold, calculated

I dont want stoicism, but I can't help but remain stern.
It's that in between part, where you know that a whole new chapter of life is on the turn.

A fresh page, blank, texture.

Riddled with ink and reverence, I'm really trying to figure out what's next. I have some things on the horizon - but it feels like a wasteland and a drought. Maybe it's the smog, maybe it's Smaug. How do you have passion and remain a realist? How can I be a zealous reformer? I'm fascinated, and have been for sometime the Munus Triplex - it's an incredible model to follow since it covers all the bases.

I want to love Jesus unlike ever before, because I know as the years pass on that's all that will matter. Obedience. Faithfulness. An adoring son. A loyal soldier. Beat my heart and blind my eyes, I have so much to give and nothing to lose.

Bookmarks only belong in books, not in life. I can't justify having any hold ups. I'm not waiting around. It'll be, well, a good year. I'm learning to trust in God more now than ever.