Ironically, as I write this, it’s just after midnight. Needless to say, I’m tired. But when inspiration strikes the writer can’t always have the luxury of trading his pen for a pillow. And so, I shall add some more oil to my lamp, plug in my laptop and continue down this rut less traveled. I don’t mind staying up late knowing that someone, somewhere, will find a few more moments of courage to endure and hopefully to enjoy their life more. That makes any sleepless night worth it to me.