Inane Discourse

These words are hard.
But for some reason all words are hard today. I have no masterful prose, no legendary imagery, no vague descriptions of heroic emotions. If I would be my words today, I would be a broken saucer, leaking away.
But here I am. 
Broken? Maybe lost. Maybe even still searching. I know that I am my own worst enemy and that I myself might be afraid more to take a risk than I pretend to be. 
I realized that today, even though I write of bravery, strength, and of love and of sacrifice. That I actually lack in all these ideals. I won't lie, I fear tomorrow sometimes and sometimes I even fear today. I fear what I've become, what I will become, and what I should have become. I fear that I might not even know what I'm searching for, and that I'll forever only know that I am searching. 
Kind of like searching in the dark with a flashlight for a coin.
Regardless, you should all know that I'll never stop searching, exploring, or testing. My name, Scott, means wanderer, I guess its my blessing and my mission. 
So, I will wander. I will see, and one day I'll be brave enough to face myself more directly, and maybe even the world head on. One day.
But to everyone who reads my work, I truly thank you. For I bare my soul to you all at least once a week and you have nothing but affirmation and compliments to give. That alone helps me become more real in my life and in my work. 
I hope you all see the honesty, the peace, the pure emotion that my writing lets me unleash. I think that I may even be just as you are, or that you might be just as I am. I also know that many of you are there with me behind screens and pens and coffee and phones, and looking. We are looking for some majesty to life and the events that its brings to make sense of it all. An even that makes our poetry, our thoughts, our actions, our stories, and our very breath worth it all. 
Then again, I might be wrong. I might be the only one not satisfied with what I already know or have discovered in my little time here. For I am only one man, a spec of dust in the timeline of existence, this also is one note is merely one spec in the timeline of MY existence. I might die tomorrow or the next day, I might not. But the fact is I will die. I just hope the words of my pen may lead someone to finding out what I have sought with all my existence. If it is you then so be it. But I request that whoever reads this will never stop looking. If you never stop, then I will always be right beside you, looking as well.

Thank you.