I am having a day. As I am sure you are, as well. I am looking at my life in regret right now. It's shameful really because I have so much to be thankful for. I can't seem to place it--if it is a desire for more, or just a desire to have made different choices. My perspective is fuzzy. I don't know why I am telling you this, but I feel I must tell someone. The future is still ahead, and I have a compulsion to grasp it tonight. I know what **I think** I want, but in truth I don't know what I want. I have only my thoughts on the subject. Neither fortune or fame are among them. I can't be sure I fully trust you, so those desires are -- shall we say -- mine to to keep for now. I have kept a diary off an on since I was a boy, over the last 25 years or so. Browsing them tonight makes me consider how truly unfocused I was. Had I just focused, the future which I wish to grasp would already be in my holding. One to many drinks perhaps, though not likely. Is it time to trust my own perspective? I can tell you after reading my journals tonight, I haven't trusted my perspective ever. Second guessing myself at each bend's turn, that is my memoir in a phrase. Don't be like me, trust yourself when you question yourself. Cheers to one more! I'll end with a quote from Turbo "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And that's a bad thing."