Is not often I take the time to write a blog dedicated to someone.During myself imposed sarbatical over the last few days I sat down and watch people do the things I dream of. As I struggle more and more with making it through life, and as an overwhelming sense of sadness continues to engulf me, it becomes harder and harder to find things that make me feel good, or more so, inspired. At times I feel like the forgotten. The guy that everyone only thinks about when something bad happens to me. Of course, deep down, I know it’s not true. Still I am constantly searching for some form of happiness. When I wake up each morning, I think of a reason to put in an effort in this world. It’s pretty hard some most days, but when I’m in doubt, or when there is simply no clear reason, I think of this girl that inspires me I’ve never met her, but for some reason I was drawn to her …through so many twisting roads I stumbled across just to get to her. Of course the knee jerk reaction is that this is...