I miss blogging here. I shall return one day, I suppose. Someday. Or not at all. I don't know.

I just wish that things could be easier. But they never were. And I suppose it's easy enough, since I've always coped. I cannot remember a time where I gave up. I keep making the wrong choices. Say the wrong things. Run the wrong direction. Invest in the wrong people. Maybe that's giving up. I can safely say that I've backed off a whole lot. I withdraw with more ease.

There's always something to hold on to and when days turn into weeks and months into years and years into decades... I guess that's when people lose track of what really matters to them anymore. That's when you become hard and cold inside out.

I need to focus. On so many different levels. Spiritually, especially. I don't know why it's so hard and so easy to deviate.

I haven't lived long. But even when I have, I wonder if it'll ever be enough.

I've been looking, for almost a year now, for a vocation, a passion. Everything just ends up as something I do. Everything that I do is an occupation, rather than a devotion and I don't want that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm forcing art through.

Maybe if I live it, I'll love it... you know?

Good morning world :)