It always comes as a surprise. It seems I always forget about it until it’s upon me. Today is an anniversary of sorts. Of what, it matters not. What is important is it’s the one day of the year I judge myself. It’s the one day of the year, for ten years now, that I make damn sure I write in my journal. It’s a day of reflection. A day of planning. A day of change.

“I’m keeping this diary as proof that these events are real.
I know they are…They have to be.”

Nowhere Man

“Hope is the food of faith, the staff of life. When we don’t allow ourselves to hope, we don’t allow ourselves to have purpose. Without purpose, without meaning, life is dark. We’ve no light inside and were just living to die.”

From the Corner of His Eye


Current mood: hopeful


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