I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I don’t know why the world presses down upon us so. I only know that I will resist it as long as I am able to do so. Being crushed by depression is no treat. Keep a good mind, fight the good fight and realize this; Life is just a game and you are just a player. Win or lose, be happy to be along for the ride. At least you were invited to join in the fun and suspense of it all.

I dig this new attitude that I’ve suddenly sported. I wonder what caused it. Did I finally just get bored with being a stick in the mud? Here’s an even better question. Will it last?