I've never felt a need  to explain myself here.  Nor do I now.  But I'll comment upon the post below just to give you an insight into how my mind works..

1) I might be a broken arrow, but I struck my target first.

As I was preparing to run in Dreamland (cemetery) today, I heard an ad for a movie on the radio in my truck . I didn't catch it all, but it sounded like one warrior was threatening another with a promise that "whoever dies here today, you will be among them."  Now that got me thinking.  So when I was done running, I pondered my own future epitaph.  Actualize before demise.  Yeah.

2)  *sniffles*

I woke up with a slight cold this morning.  It slowed me considerably while running.  Still had it as I sat against a granite obelisk in the sun after running, writing my epitaph and drinking a beer.  I do believe, however, that the running has suppressed its course. 

3) —from a spot where dreams remain dreams.

Posting via cellular wireless from Dreamland cemetery.  Many of the dreams of the dead there that were never actualized will forever remain just dreams.   Got life?  Actualize.  Or donate you dreams to eternity.

I might be a broken arrow, but I struck my target first.

*sniffles*

—from a spot where dreams remain dreams.