Madness will be.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles.
Jack Kerouac.

Wanted to Cry but You Can't When You're Laughing

And so it's done. Two in a span of six months, pretty heart wrenching. You know it's the right thing to do though when the person sitting across from you says he would have done the same thing. You constantly tell yourself it's right precisely because of that. It doesn't make the pain less, it just reminds you of why you did it. Because in the next couple of weeks you're going to need to be constantly reminded of this: You did your best, you waited (and waited) and it wasn't enough.

It had to be done. And now it's done.

Good night.

28 and counting

It’s a bit ridiculous how we trap ourselves in our own hideously constructed circles and then sob about how terrible our lives are. Add age (and fear of the unknown) to that equation and you have yourself an ideal situation to wallow in things you’ll do nothing to fix.

Not me. Not this time.

I suppose the first step is to start brushing the dust and rubble off, seriously this time. Then here's to risking it to see if there’s more to life. Because there has to be. There always has been.

2010

... and then it picked up again. here's to taking control and making shit happen this year.

2010, I'm ready for you.