And this too will pass...

     In the moment when I have such a profound feeling of loss for a person who left life too early, i think about all they mean to me. I try to shift the feeling of grief of death and the deep emptiness to something else with the memories i have. The good, and bad moments. The ones that make me smile so much my cheeks hurt.

QOTD

So, the question of the day is: What small and possibly unspoken thing are you most proud of? Are you proud of being where you are, even through there have been complications? Are you proud of who you are, in consideration of who you COULD have been? And even if you know you're not in a better position, you know it's more stable, are you proud of that?

No answers needed, but just think about it. It takes many small explosions to move a 2 ton car and many steps to walk a mile. We should all be grateful to the paths we've chosen to walk, everyday, and not just the destination we're heading toward.

I've found that a lot of my views have changed. Even with my overall health in decline my sense of mortality hasn't changed. I think it would be pretty cool to be called Awesome Posthumous.




....moving on.

New start to the same old guy

Holy crap, I didn't know it was that long since I last posted here. I don't expect to be followed or reviewed like I used to especially since I'm not in the same social circles anymore.

Things have changed. Most for the better, some for the future of me.

I'm on my way to ny for the weekend and cut my hair. Posting a pic to reacquaint the world with my visage.