Carriacou Island on a mini-vacation with S, A and D, 2011. After some rain, the sun was just beginning to peak out.March 16, 2006; 2:15am
Anh called today and in the span of 20 minutes, the last 21 years flashed before me. And I cried. To Skot. For the years passed, for those to come, for those unfolding uncontrollably before me.
But things picked up; they always do.
Walking home I saw a single cloud feign as if it were swallowing the moon, the dying incandescence of the glow diffusing across the sky.
And I realized the beauty of life is in its abuse. Beating, kicking, waning, falling, life runs away and you chase down long, lonely corridors of endless memories. But now and then it lets you win; you catch life in all its intangibility and you spend the rest of your days searching for that high.
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January 30, 2012
My own whining is starting to bother even me. At some point the whole world enveloped around me and I can see nothing beyond my own troubles. I forget the bigger truth and the bigger goal to be "a force of nature instead of a feverish clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy", to quote Shaw. Luckily it's never too late to learn and you're never too old to change; it is a leap year after all.
