Why?

Because today we’re more show than ever. We live in a time of unprecedented flash and speed, with people pulling as much light and focus toward themselves as possible. We’re apex predators for attention; if people stop watching, we perish. We’re constantly in motion: watching, working, posing, poaching, and presenting. Pushed by ego and greed, the pressure to be relevant is relentless. We’re products of an unforgiving Internet, and almost everyone is signed in.

Despite how this sounds, I’m optimistic and happy—I’m thrilled. Life has been great, and I intend to keep enjoying it until that fateful day. After that, it’s anyone’s guess what happens. So why worry?

During this, the last chapter of my wonderful life, I will watch, listen, process, write, and post. The writing is for me, and the posting is for posterity. I’ve no desire to change people’s minds; I decided long ago to stop trying to change the opinions of grown-ups. It’s impossible. I’m doing this because:

Shit happens, things change, and when they do, I ask why.

I need to enjoy what I do or stop doing it.

I hope to leave a place better than I found it.