Determination a definition

Determination a definition : If I could, I can and, If I can , I will.

A radical change :A journey back home to the essence of words

While  making the  journey back home I realized it could not be just about being home. The places I had gone to,  the things I had seen, the things I had felt and done could not be just a journey back home.Things went  far beyond what I imagined and what I could even imagine.The blatant dissonance for a place to settle ( home , here or there ) awakened  another desire.To dissect , the very belly of the constituents of what made the initial journey possible. The awareness of this process spread throughout my mind and the desire then the disgust to have to re-begin from another perspective became evident. In the processes that will come there will be nothing I will be able really to master. A radical change will have to occur at all times for it will be the only way to be sure to get to the intended destination for which I when beginning my journey as to say back home knew nothing of.What interests me is more of the intentions of this things , these elementary characters which when typed , read and understood as you are doing make sense.It was clear that as time will go even if from the beginning the journey was never to occur I would have met pathos for the first time.From the beginning  I had told you of how things would occur. Unfortunately , a journey always begins from somewhere.Therefore even if a journey back home involves reminiscences it still marks forever the beginning of this path.The one that begins.

A Prelude to The Essence of Words

As you read these words you will try to understand what I am trying to say but as you read further you will realize  that the words you are reading make sense only because of how you  perceive them.In my world everything is wordy that is made up of words.I hope wordy is an adjective.A smile.

From the begining

             The place is quite.A dull sky covers the city. My mind is calm and the waves of time hit on me.From the beginning I have to express my will to move back into time so that while coming back , I walk fast into the future, which is now.Past time is obscure and dirty although it contains the source of understanding and knowledge.Everything is possible.The time has come for a journey back home.My mortal nature is another reason for an attempt to understand why and how it has come to be this way.My fathers have worked, my great, great , great  grand-fathers as well.Yet so much still is to be done. As I am about to post , I wonder how it will be like. From words to sentences , from thoughts to actions , from void to a thing, something , anything, an image , a word, a number , a word-number, a sensation , a word-sensation, a feeling, just something simple. But what is simple?All condensed within something so little. A vortex of sensations whirling. Patterns of beauty rekindling my primitive essence.Ancient tales a link to the past.The link to the past.The link.Ancient voices.I do not  know how to say things better than using the words I know. What do I know? I do not know. All I know is that I do not know. My fathers voices are everywhere.The ones that flood my mind.That is why I will here from now  hence and, everywhere recount  stories about us , just You and me. How we feel , how we think , what we do.It will be an attempt to understand. The second to be frank.To go back to the things themselves , to analyze, to synthesize to build so as to move forward. In the hope albeit our humanity to tend towards a betterment. Devoid of guilt , pain and suffering our common-human load.There is beauty everywhere even if not everything is beautiful.From the beginning I was clear , my mind is calm , and time is on. This since the beginning...but why now? I do not know.That is why all this is an attempt to understand.Eyes opened , semi-opened ,  or closed.I can hear time shout its end and, as I prepare to argue with reality I measure consciously the dangers of such and endeavor and I pray silently so I might from the beginning till the end create . As Water flows it continuous.It never ends ! Honor and respect to my Fathers and to my mother.