I can never reach the horizon.
But it creates a heck of a good view being just where it is.
Without the horizon, I do not know which way to go, and even if I go the right way, I will wonder why I did so, without any sense of purpose.
Here I am again, talking about attitudes towards life. I lost faith for a while, but now I’m back. I believe I created something of myself through this journal, and leaving would be forsaking that. Now I choose not to.
I have a never-ending thirst to provide it to others.
Every joy I feel, I want to share. Every good thing I discover, I want to pass on. If doing that was easy, I would be a very happy person, for I have so much to share. But it’s not easy, so I always try to refine my methods. It’s not like striving to be accepted, which is generally a bad thing. No, I strive merely to become a better person, a better friend, a better mentor. A better father.