I have been going through a really rough spot for the last little bit; and all I used to cling to so dearly seem to have shaken away, and left me to challenge darkness on my own.
I suppose that is what life is and what it does.
I myself do not believe life is just about movement and always taking a step forward, but watching and admiring the movement around oneself as well.
I sit here, with a lizard on my shoulder and an ultrasound picture by my side...
And I wonder, why am I typing this?
But of course that is what journals are for, sticking thoughts when they no longer have anywhere else to go.