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 admit it, I don’t know what it is that I’m thinking or doing. Then again, I never do. Some things I just have to do. I want to find it there, and each of these trials is a small piece in the puzzle, hopefully to be completed very shortly. Let my premonitions be wrong. The weight of it all is too great already.

Having trouble being the hand of God already? (Look back a couple entries if you don’t know what I’m talking about.) You shouldn’t ever worry about not knowing what you’re doing. You should worry when you know exactly what you’re doing at all times. It means you’re stagnating.