THOU SHALT HAVE NO REGRETS

Many years ago, there was a bed. It lay peacefully in a room with lots of other beds. I don't know if the walls were bright white or if it had windows which let in lots of light. There were probably birds outside, whistling all the time. Even if the sky poured rain they'd know when it drained away it'd be nice again. 

One day a hero of mine visited the bed in the room I didn't know. He was sick at the time. I knew this but did-not know how much. I also didn't know how to act when he never came back from the room I didn't know. 

From a land far enough away, I didn't find the courage to see then what I am describing now, however I remember I tried hard to imagine myself beside where I wanted to be. Some days I still do this. After-all, it has been a long time since I was able to see that particular hero of mine... nevertheless, as he was one of my favourites, thankfully it is impossible I could ever forget the things which made him magnificent.  

If I knew then what I know now, maybe I would have given life to this project a little sooner. Except, as we both know, that isn't usually the way it works, is it?

Even though I wasn't able to discuss my plans with him, I swore an oath to myself to act as decently as I can throughout the whole of a life I will love.

I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, in truth I still don't. What I am able to do is draw inspiration from a few billion people and I do this very regularly. I'm quite good at it too.

My mission isn't crystal clear to me yet, but, I don't know if it needs to be. I’m not sure whether it is a necessity that I must be super at every-thing in order to make some-thing, in-fact I doubt it much more than I could possibly question my own abilities, especially because there are so many of them. People prove this every day. The list of capabilities is pretty much an endless one.

It is the last sentence that I am trying here to use to fuel my own quest to make myself as proud of me as the hero I told you about always said he was, regardless of what mischief I was up to.

If you can forgive me for not being the best writer on Planet Earth then I believe we can make this electronic place quite enjoyable.

I don't know for certain how many things I will make, or what they will definitely be. All I do know is that I will give it my greatest effort and if you would like to share some of it then of-course you are most welcome.

Let me imagine for a moment that somewhere along the line, you know, like... eventually (because of the sheer amount of time I promise I am going to dedicate to whatever it is I'm now talking about) I might make something you or another kind human-being may like. I may give it to you just for being brilliant, or if my Grandma tells me I can't do that all the time and I have to sell some goods, then for what it might be worth to you, one of my main aims is to raise funds for a few causes way bigger than my own. When I was smaller, I said I'd build a castle for my Grandma, although recently she told me she never really wanted one, she's happy where she is. So for now I only need to concentrate on the other parts that drive me.

I will make things as often as I can and my hands will be involved the majority of the way. They're only small hands but they are deceptively resilient, so I will make your order upon request, carefully and as quickly as I can. My Grandparent's Parent's Great Grandparent's laid these foundations, "we don't waste stuff", so there will be no stock held, only fresh produce. If you want it, I'll make it.

Honesty is the best policy.

Neither of us need to be World Class to be different, there's only one of each of us. Unique is a good word and I thank you for spending your time here with me. Whether that sounds soppy or not, I cannot help but wear my heart on my cloth coverings and as my cheeks are often red, I can only accept responsibility for my own. 

Mind how you glow now and Gosh-Speed.

With appreciation,

Van’s Lad