12.29.2015

Goodbye 2015.




I seem to perpetually go through patternless cycles of destroying parts of myself, re-examining what's left, clinging onto some shards of what I believe or feel that I am, and the rest of the time, assuming I know the answers to things I don't know the answers to, and learning the hard way that I know nothing and should better prepare for the unknown.  And this year more fervently and with more reckless abandon than any other, I seemed to tear down those old parts and ended up building something that I no longer recognize as either good, bad, myself, or not myself.  I don't know what I am or who I am.

I don't believe I have the answers anymore.  Maybe I was myself from the start, and I'm just in a boat, drifting farther away from whatever that was with each passing year.