So, a year older... I wish I could say wiser, but no... even more foolish than before.
I glance back to the past year of my life, and really, this month was the beginning of so much that I could not anticipate, nor wanted to, ignorant in my perceived bliss. While birthdays are anticipatory of the year ahead, they can be as much a reflection of days and years past. I realize the waste of my life in years past, maybe to an extent some of this past year... I know I have more or less wasted the past couple of months, adrift in melancholy at times, hiding it as best I can. I have done all I could to put my best foot forward, and it was never enough. I ran away, seeking the solace of the other side of the world, and yet... respite is only fleeting in the face of sorrow.
I confess my thoughts might be maudlin, even a bit piteous, but I would like to think I am entitled to them. Indeed, if you knew what I knew, what I have been told, what I have seen... you might understand. I have done my best to give to you, dear readers, a glimpse of what I have seen. Regrettably, my meager attempts at expression can only convey an inkling of the beauty I have experienced. Alas, I seem to have expressed my sorrow with a greater degree of ease in this regard.
I wonder at times as to a purpose, as I am one long lost...