It is with a tinge of reluctance that I look back at 2011. Dare I evoke those dreadful times when all sense of hope in life was lost and cynicism obscured the good that remains? Or shall I simply relive those glorious moments that induce a happiness that is transient and rare, and the sweeter for it? Yet perhaps the past year is about the prosaic humdrum of every day – laughter shared, love expressed in simple ways, taking delight in the mundane, the solitude of escaping into a book and the relentless struggle against destructive thoughts.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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