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.

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We’ve all got to learn to live it day by day. Perhaps with a common goal in mind, such as “helping others”, but just live it one day at a time. Looking too far forward into the future can only bring a weird sense of lonliness and pointlessnes. Watch out for what you ask for in case there’s a chance it might come true. If the world ends, I won’t know about it until it happens, so why worry about it now?

Sounds like I joined AA or something.