Labor Day.  I suppose that I should be thankful for everything I have worked so hard for over the last year.  I suppose that I am. I've made significant changes in my life which certainly involved labor on my part as well as the labor of others to help see me through.  So as I sit here in my imitation palatial apartment, I still feel an emptiness of finish lines not yet crossed.  Sort of like being in the middle of a marathon.  On the one hand, I have such a long way to go in order to get to the outcome, and on the other hand, I am too far in that I can simply drop out and say "Fuck it, it isn't worth the effort" because I don't really believe that anyway.

Found a bunch of old pictures in a box this weekend as I was cleaning out a closet.  I haven't really looked at them in years.  It was a refreshing walk down memory lane to see where I was, where I've been and where I am now and still see the same person at the core.  I've been sidetracked along the way, but ultimately, I'm still the same fundamental person.  That makes me happy to know that I can get derailed through life and yet still be at my core the same human with the same cares and feelings that I've always had.

Thanks dear readers of Indonesia.