happyboy

I am starting over at the midway point. Everything is new and familiar at the same time. My weakness reminds me of my strength. Potential is a scary word, terrifying indeed. It binds you, limits you, gives you station. Once this has been done your fate is realized. From this comes the fear. Can I fulfill my destiny? Will it bring me peace? I hate writing blogs, they remind me of how little I have to say...