I recently re-read my journal entry from about 6 years ago. Pretty interesting stuff, if you're me. Otherwise it sounds pretty...well, naive. I don't think back then I would have believed you if you told me all the things that would happen to me in the last 6 years. It's been unforgiving, but enlightening.

I'm not saying it's a perfect life, far from it, but I've come to understand the importance of perspective and the image that we carry of ourselves. I've seen things I cannot un-see and it hurts my brain when I think about it. When I think about trying to find answers that don't exist to questions I can barely form in words.

I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, given the amount of free time I have. There's a fear that "free-time" is more of an illusion though, as the clock is always ticking. Even when you are calm, time will eventually carry you into a place where you are not.

Knowing there is a drop only creates an expectation that there will be one. ..It might be more fun to close your eyes and let Fate decide if and when that drop arrives.

Raise your hands high.