I love. I hate. I hide. I am. There will be difficult things to come, but they will not be impossible, I think. Maybe…. just maybe…. I can forge from this something that is right, something that brings me comfort and joy perhaps even with someone.

The devil is in the details, and letting go of the past is no easy venture, not is accepting myself for just who I am. I have hurt people, I have done damage. In the end though, I guess I’m just a person seeking happiness for myself and others. It’s taken a while to dawn, but I’m slowly realizing that I cannot give true happiness to anyone else while I, myself, am denied - such glee is based upon lies, and can only last so long before it folds to discontentment and depression. 

So, here’s to life, to love, to the present. To lessons learned and friends both gained and lost. Most of all, here is to you and here is to us. You will never face the future alone.