Another year gone.
So many things to be thankful for but as usual I still think I'm just the same 17 year-old boy in high school except with two degrees, many litres of alcohol later and a decaying body. Will things change? Probably not but I'm sure you'd say otherwise. I've learned to be a little more selective in a slightly reclusive way over the years. Perhaps it's my age showing or maybe that's really how I roll. With little, I enjoy much more.
I appreciate those who have bothered to ask me the deep questions in the past, something that I tried avoiding or have little appreciation for. Perhaps it is because of the many occasions of self-reflection (cleaning church contributed to most of those occasions) that made me realize that these questions are subtle checks to make sure that your head is screwed on tight. Keep those questions coming. And you don't have to wait for that day to ask. Just don't expect me to give you an answer straightaway. You just have to ask.
The next one is going to be different. So very different.
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