Sometimes, I just want to scream. And I don’t mean the ordinary everyday kind, those prompted by insubordinate children or rush-hour traffic on the BA.
“He looked out at the Pacific Ocean on night watch and saw that religions were too small to capture the mystery.” It’s one sentence in the account of a man’s life.
From the little I know of him, I’m pretty sure Isaiah Austin would tell you that if not for the big “why” in his life — if his was just the story of a guy persevering through trials — then it would really be a pretty sad story, and not one worth hearing about.
There are days when the act of writing — finding the right words and making them do what you want them to — can feel a lot like trying to get water from a rock.