I seem to have forgotten to write anything here, but that’s not the case at all. I just don’t anything much to write about. Life is not very exciting right now. I have had some very enlightened moments; but too large to put into words. And I just had a very scary moment, but that’s not worth writing about.

Texas is fine, but I still don’t get used to it. I may never do so, and after today maybe it will soon be time to move on. I know that I had to stop here, but I also know that it was just a sojourn. Sad that it may be over this quickly. I just began to really enjoy, if not necessarily like my work, and I also began to look at new things. Life started to look up again, though not like it once was. But I am not who I once was.

Today, someone asked me what would make my life happy, and I thought of green pastures and silence and peaccefulness. That’s truly what I yearn for. Yet every time I think I am near it, it evades me. It is not my fate, or destiny, to find that place just now. However, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

The past month has been one of revelations; maybe now I know too much. Regardless, now I am not who I was then.