Resolved, but now confident, knowing that there is goodness. It seems pointless now being held back by laziness.
The worm is slowly receding, and relations are growing back again. Its like a mildew that seemed natural somewhere, yet someone kept trying to remove it. Its familiar. Like he said, not since year 11. The old traveller, not knowing where he's necessarily going, yet happy to take the unknown path not out of fear, but out of new experience, and sharing it with people I've forgotten over the past part of the year.
Its nearly drawing to a close, yet so much seems to be done.
New people, new ideas, new old me.
And new resolutions. I suppose I'll have to see what the rest of the year brings, and then we start all over again. I just want to know it, not necessarily study it at university. A wise decision of mine.
If I could do it again, I'd make more mistakes.
Not be so scared of falling.
If I could do it again, I'd climb more trees.
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries.
Lets drive to Brighton on the weekend.
Lets drive to Brighton on the weekend.
Lets drive to Brighton on the weekend.
À vos souhaites. Et non, je ne regrette rien.
X.
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