I opened this page with the intention of writing something powerful, something moving, something profound. Instead, I sit here staring at a screen dominated by negative space wondering how I could begin to put this whirlwind down on paper. I had no intention of writing about me or my feelings, but about the world and what lies beyond what our vision encompasses. I intended to write about the beauty and fascination of existence. Instead, I find myself wanting to write about the new beauty I have discovered and the fascination that is unfolding before me. It is daunting and mysterious. I am afraid of it, yet I am inevitably drawn towards it. I know it will change me. I know it is powerful, it is moving, it is profound. I know that after exposing myself to this beauty and fascination, I will not be the same. I will have been inspired. My mind broadened, my ideals evolved, my feelings strengthened. The possibility of this discovery scares me, but it does not prevent me from the desire. I want to discover. Give me that chance. Maybe not now, or not soon, but allow me to have that chance when the time feels right.