So a new year is here with new responsibilities and new... uh, stuff. And sure, it's been here for a whole month now but, yeah. Definitely here now. Can almost taste it. Ayup, sure is a solid-looking new year. 2010. Look at that.
For some reason, it's getting harder and harder to smile at my troubles. That feeling has been with me for a long time now, like I'm getting restless, like I'm getting bored. So much energy is slipping away, and I'm not really sure why. Where does it go? It's supposed to be indestructible.
In my mind, if you can't love your troubles you can't love anything at all. Life without struggle is life without meaning. I don't want to end my troubles, but I have a feeling perhaps I want to exchange them. Question is, for what?
It seems I have nowhere to go but up, but that must be an illusion.
