Fine

I haven't been "good" in quite some time. I've been fine. And as much as I want to be good, sometimes you have to let that go. It's a phantom dream to aspire to but not a reality to which you can grasp. But it's not a loss. Fine is real, and sometimes reality is what we need. It's the pain in the reality that lets us know we're alive. And it's the things in 'fine; that we know can be better that give us the motivation to keep going, to preserver, to hope.

I spend a month busy and being away from writing. In that time, I've had a number of different thoughts cross my head. Hopefully I'll get a few of them down this weekend.