11/7/06

I’ve been trying hard to find things that are meaningful in my life or make my life feel as if it had significant meaning and I find myself hard pressed when searching desperately for these answers. I walk aimlessly down these very old streets that I’ve grown up in to remind myself that I did indeed exist in a world that may someday remember me.

The streets have grown, changed, evolved. I wonder if I haven’t done exactly the same. I used to think that I would never change, that I’d always be the same person, but now I know that was an impossibility. Yet, still. I think I would much rather have my life change than remain in a constant rut of comfort. Change is good, at least I’d like to think that to some extent.

I think she could be meaningful in my life, a risk I’d gladly take.

Wish me the best of luck, cause I’m sure I could use it.

I exist.