Today is February 29.

Four years ago, I didn't know or care where I was. Where did I envision myself four years hence?

The world around me has improved significantly. I have learned more than I ever thought I could comprehend. I have found pieces of humanity, cherished them, watched some fade.

I need to keep all this in perspective. "Tomorrow" and "next month" are unbearably close. My life is counted in years, not weeks.


Sometimes I need help. Too often I reject it.

After a long silence, it's easy to forget how to talk. After a prolonged solitude, it's hard not to feel lonely.

I know I shouldn't avoid what's hard or rest upon what's easy.

I want to be able to start a conversation and have it go nearly as well as how it plays out in my head.

I love, I love, I love. Why can't I show that I do?