I think I’m beginning to see again.
What does that mean? Part of it means I can see my future. (never pretty)
Other times it means I see a particular course humanity will take. I see a truth about the world. All too often something I’d rather remain blind to. I see wisdom and its uselessness. We’d all prefer it to mean only that I see hope.
I think I’ve become incredibly boring if I wasn’t already.
Ice floes and I’m running out of time. Maybe I’m too much in touch with my own mortality and fading youth for my age. I’m supposed to be more obsessed with actually living my life more than anything else. By the time that happens, I fear it will be too late.
I’ve been way too convinced that I’m doomed. I supposed medication could change that but wouldn’t really help me all that much. Not on the self-confidence issue anyway.
Why didn’t I post? I get lazy or afraid of not posting enough, of something too private, of an incomplete post…
Hmm. . . How well do you really know yourself?
