"Almost" is the saddest word in the dictionary. It's like looking through a glass window and seeing the thing you desire the most. That throbbing pain in your chest of never having it. How can you see what is in front of you when you are blinded by the desire that fuels your drive? How will you know that what is in front of you is the one that is meant for you if you keep longing for something so far? It is never about fear or loss or tragedy. Always about hope and dreams and of course, love. Never the bitter but always the sweet. The journey is indeed the destiny, for when you are there what is left to do? Bathe in the honey that is your success and after that what? All that is left is a rusty trophy that would eventually collect dust through the coming years. What comes after the glory? I am at that point where I question myself "What am I doing here?". That nagging little voice inside my head with three simple words that strike me "Are you happy?". So I stopped and considered the things I did that led me to this exact moment. What was the purpose of everything I did to get here? Then it hit me, something I once knew was missing. Something that moved me to be here and do what it is that I am doing, Passion. That current that passes through your veins when you do something that you love and that loves you back. I have forgotten to be passionate or as the Mad hatter in Alice in Wonderland would say, my "muchness". I have been described as a lot of things these past years but never "feisty" or as Tyra Banks would say "Fierce" and so I round up my guts and prepared to go on a quest of which I have to say Disney played a huge influence in. I shall call it "Finding My Mojo". It is not as easy as getting a cup of coffee or going on a soul searching journey. So I start again from my roots and seek my seed. Hoping to find that core that is my passion, Writing.