Well, I've been wandering through life for quite some time without any happiness, and yesterday while talking to my dear friend I managed to break free of the sadness that has haunted me and am finally quite content again for, hopefully, a long time.

The title is more interesting than what I have to say about it.

Also, my browser doesn't support changing my mood. Ironic that it is stuck on that one XD

I have no excuses, merely motives.
No justifications, merely actions.

Nothing I can do to change the past
but I am given the power to change in the future.

Shallow justification, that.

I just came from the "Disappeared" art exhibit and all I can say is wow.

It's about as intense as the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington D.C. with a focus on the political disappearances and tortures in South America and Africa.

One particular piece stood out to me. It was a photograph of a hand with small nails driven into the fingernails of a hand. Beneath the picture was the text "He practiced every day." It's stunning how something as simple as that can have such meaning in an unexpected manner. Similarly was one labeled "Her scent lingered in the room" with a picture of a slightly charred finger that had an electrical wire wrapped around it. Again, something that sounds so carefree with implications of horrendous deeds.

In the end, it is something that makes you think about where we are today and severely question the morality that so many people say they have. Can humans ever be truly good? Can those involved be forgiven? Can the past be forgotten? More; should it be forgotten?

We all have misdeeds in our life, and yet we still can have goodness as well. Sins can be forgiven if the sinner seeks forgiveness in them self, but they must hurt inside for what they have done and hurt for it to never have happened before they will ever want this forgiveness.

Let us take time to forgive both ourselves and those that have wronged us today, and let it be a new beginning for peace.

I am happy. Life is beautiful.

What then, am I stressing over?


Life, you confound me, but maybe that makes me love you all the more.