Profound Gratitude

If you are reading this, you must know I love you. You are among a tiny, almost nonexistent, band of people who find my words valuable or, at least, not intolerably offensive. I write this blog to free my brain of thoughts it cannot properly contain. And here you are to receive them. You are magical. I love you. I do. I don’t know why you are here, because I know you have better and more fruitful places to be. But I thank you. And I wish I could tell you why I write what I write, but I simply don’t know. Thank you, anyway, for allowing me to capture a part of your day that might better be spent on yourself. Your generosity is stunning. I wish I could give you something of equal value, but all I can offer is profound gratitude.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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One Response to Profound Gratitude

  1. Mary Lou says:

    You write because if you kept it inside, your head would explode. Just kidding. Keep on keeping on. Your blogging fans love you right back.

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