I was just thinking about the past. Two years ago, to be precise. April of 2007.
Back then, I had several things going for me in my life. I had what seemed like millions of unanswered questions, a few choice untold secrets, and I spent my life kicking my own ass because of fears and uncertainties that had held me back two years earlier. And I also had a stupid little spark of hope for the future.
Now it's two years later, and everything is different. I've told my secrets, and I've had my questions answered, and I no longer loathe myself because of those fears and uncertainties.
And that stupid little spark of hope?
It's gone now. That's another thing that's changed. I miss having hope, that's for sure. But good riddance to all that other crap.