100

I have written the same thing one hundred times, and one hundred times I have shared it. Have I learned nothing? Have I learned it all over and over again? Continuous lessons in what it means to be alive are branded onto the same scared spirt housed in freshly...

三十

And here I am again telling stories to tell stories about. Next week we’ll recount how wonderful the twists and turns were. Next month we’ll remark that they were enthralling and exciting. Next year we’ll reflect and try to build new stories. Next decade we’ll...

embarrassment

I didn’t do a lot of what I wanted to this year. I didn’t write letters or work on my handwriting. I didn’t travel as much as or with whom I wanted. I didn’t keep the friends I thought mattered to me. I didn’t take any serious action or initiative of my own. As soon...