Optimism

It's a strange time. It's always a strange time.

I've been appreciating a lot of people's work, and trying to prepare myself for what lies ahead. Far too many things to mention, even if I did mention actual things. It's a good job this isn't some sort of diary for so many reasons. It could seem odd I'm never specific, but to me it makes sense. I know deep down somewhere it's because I want to try and reach deeper subjects than I can by just discussing the events themselves. I do realise that this makes what I am writing self indulgent, and that I'm not wise enough yet to draw the meaningful conclusions I hope to. And it is selfish, because I'm using it as a (far too irregular) way of refining the way I write, and I am learning. It's going to take a lot of patience, and a lot of practice; personal development and all that.

In other news, it has come to my attention that people seem to think I'm some sort of shining beacon of hope. This is all very weird for me, because I cry and moan such a lot. I assumed that the people around me saw my poor fragile soul for what it is. I need to toughen up, and I thought that was coming across in the way I am, but, apparently not. It's a good thing!