I guess this is the end of the beginning of the end of the beg...

There are many things I don't understand anymore. Innate inherant things are no longer at the touch of my finger tips. Probably my fault and no one else. Maybe, but it takes two to clap.

I like the concept of Realism. Because it looks at Ifs and Maybes and Whatcouldhavebeens and laugh in their faces. Except once in a while I'ld like to be able to dream.

I still think regrets are a waste of time. Not reflection, but regret. I still think mopping is a waste of energy.

But that doesn't mean we shouldn't stop for a while.

I think. I haven't really stopped in a while.

Not since 8 years ago.