Thursday, February 12, 2004 :::
 

.....Talk not of the bitterness of middle-age and after life; a boy can feel all that, and much more, when upon his young soul the mildew has fallen; and the fruit, which with others is only blasted after ripeness, with him is nipped in the first blossom and bud. And never again can such blights be made good; they strike in too deep, and leave such a scar that the air of Paradise might not erase it.The fog of a vaguely remembered night together is all that’s left. Sadly those moments that make up memory seemed doomed to fade into obscurity. Dreams sometimes keep them alive more vividly than the actual event. But then poof! You wake into your cold hard world......

Actually it’s not really that way at all.

There are so many good times to remember they blot out the bad. Those lazy crazy hazy daze. So much fun, it threw the world out of balance. Every life should have an equal amount of good and bad. Mine has had way way way more good.

Now it’s time to ski

X-country through the surrounding wilderness, how grateful?

Very.

::: posted by Mega at 5:14 AM

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