Today's Confession

I realized the other day that, on my key-ring, I still have a key to the house I grew up in. The home has long since gone, but I still have that key... It's been with me so long, and I'm so used to it being there, that I just think of it as a natural extension of my keys. I suppose in some ways, my keys would not feel right without it.

Life

How funny life can be.

I spent the majority of my teen years waiting, and wanting, to die.

I spent my twenties mostly in a drunk haze, trying desperately to escape the pain of loneliness and despair; eventually escaping neither.

Here I am now, in my mid-thirties. Married. Structured. Somewhat responsible... I may still not have a purpose, but I finally have something to live for.

What will my forties bring?

Fifties? Sixties? Possibly beyond? ... If I'm lucky enough...

I don't know, but what I do know, is that I've never been more happy to be alive. And I secretly hope this life lasts forever.

There's so much I still want to do.