Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.~ Kilgore Trout
A year I came into without much expectations.
And that’s how it will end.
Of letting go.
Of putting heart over mind.
Dint try to seek ‘the purpose of life’ hence no disillusionment.
Slacker mode full on.
Read / watched / heard riveting works.
Friends were made.
None were lost.
Love is blossoming again.
Life looks good.
Uncertainty lurks like a beast.
Like it always has.
The placebo of insurance.
Hope it holds.
Much wasn’t written or blogged.
A lot was clicked and mused upon.
Picking up and moving on.
Twenty twelve, I Welcome you in, with open arms.