Today is my birthday. It marks 33 years I've been present and alive on this rock hurdling through space. I also think it marks a good day for me to finally make a blog post on here, which I've been delaying for I think close to two years now. But the delay has a reason. It's not necessarily a good one, but I do have one. Perfectionism.

Imagine that your life, including every detail down to the finest piece, is going to repeat itself infinitely. How would you respond?

Anyone can lie to themselves, but it is much harder to speak truth to yourself. But when you do, the other side feels much better.

When one asks to be made strong, one must suffer through feeling weak. When one seeks to overcome fear, one must have fear to overcome.

Some memories play in our heads on repeat, haunting us. We can feel foolish, dumb, or full of regret. But it's import to move forward.

If despair is a consequence of not being who you are, then what is the yearning for a more-actualized version of myself? Who am I, really?

The introductory post to the blog, setting the direction for where we are heading.