Here's to the almost...

Each time a chapter closes, his heart sinks in a whirlpool of emotions. Walking through a canvas of moments his face is overcome with a stupid grin and a bunch of happy tunes, often shunning his foolish heart for being too emotional too caring and too idealistic. But then a breeze clutches him in a vortex of being alive, and he knows for certain that this spark is all that life is really about.

If everything didn't happen the way it happened last year, then everything would just be the same. And there's something very wrong with that thought. It wasn't supposed to remain the same, going on and on in an endless hum drum motion, repeating all the old rhythms, living in all the old lies, playing back all the same thoughts in my mind. It needed to end. Old voices had to be silenced and room had to be made for new ones. Something needed to be over so there is space for all that is yet to come. I am ready. More ready than ever.