When I start reading some of the emotions and sentiments I penned a year ago it really amazes me to see how far I’ve come. Loath though I am to admit it, the fact remains that time heals everything. Time and tact if you want to be specific. I’ve been taking a lot of my own advice lately, and I can see it working out in my favor. I have a better understanding of life, and its constituents. Perhaps with this enlightenment I have lost the desire to document all my depressive habits onto paper. Perhaps it is better to let dead things lie and not to dig up old graves. Perhaps.
I am being pulled in so many directions at once but this time I have a choice. I can choose how to handle every problem, person and instance. It is surreal to be able to wield this much power, and even more unorthodox to use it. I am finding my way again. The funny thing about a path is that once you’re on it it seems ridiculous that you were ever off of it.
It is a weird sort of feeling knowing that you can have something if you want it and having your brain veto-ing the decisions for once. No more impulsive behavior is a positive sign, no?
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