It's been a matter of searching, wondering, making up reasons why. "It's a work of art, the way this fell apart." In trying to figure out just where the seams have broken, I've only lost myself even more. Yet there are times, many times, I know I have come across a newfound light of life, sides of me I've craved for, events that have nearly satisfied my needs. Daring, bold, and adventurous; lately I've been taking the risks I've so far only dreamt of. I feel fuller. All I have to gain are experience and confidence yet. Still I feel, sometimes, that it's all in vain, that I'm doing more harm than good. But what are the consequences if the experience is worthwhile?


As of now, life is good. And as of now, that's all that matters.