A Breath of Change
*** A bit of a Update ***
After having sat on the idea of this initiative for many months, I’ve finally taken a step towards associating my work platform with a less pretentious and ridiculous label, renaming it from the former name of “Vermis Meridiem” to “Heres Estrella,” the latter of which having a much closer tie to my Name, “Heres Pang” (you are free to make whatever assumption about my circumstances and physical attributes from this name alone—but I hope it ultimately does not interfere with your reception of my written works themselves, which are magnitudes more critical than how I intend to be or am actually perceived).
From everything said above, the only notion I am trying to convey here is that, from this point on, I am going to take greater care, time, and effort towards managing more serious output, the kind that I hope to snowball into collections of material that can exert greater reach over you, portions of our society, and beyond.
Again, I hope.
(One can only Hope, Inshallah).
As for you, the Dear Individual reading along this very line, I wish for you to have greater success over finding your own place in our world. And by this I mean not overindulging in the idea that you (or me, or anyone else) is more special, privileged, or distinguished relative to anyone else, but instead realizing more and more with practice and time, that our species is driven towards the greatest of its feats of marvel under the internalization of a broader fact:
Each of US is no more or less than a very necessary brush stroke on a grand, cohesive canvas—the picture painted on which would be rendered less complete if any of You and I remained unawakened to our delegated, interdependent roles.
(In short, a little less being in the center of attention, and a little more playing our position. In a good and cosmic way, that is).
*** End of Update ***
It has been a long and testing Winter, and even in its closure, the Coldness seeps into this late-on-arrival Spring. Things are certainly changing, so let’s not sit out the impetuous wave this time.
—Gather Ye Flowers While Ye May, my Kin.