I have not written anything for weeks. Months if I consider my physical journal. I have been given and coming upon and achieving soo much, in comparison to how uneventfully and meagerly I’ve existed over the previous 2 years, that I suppose I am just not sure how to describe it all. It is as unfamiliar as it is not. Does that makes sense?
I am on a comprehensible, visible even, path now. I see the effort and I am seeing the pay-offs. It may sound silly, but I am convincing myself all over again that life does indeed work. I persuaded and led myself to believe otherwise. I had become so consumed by and comfortable with the everythingness of nothingness. Surprise to rediscover that achievement and reward are possible.
Thinking about it all I just can’t believe what a stupid ass I can be.
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