Whoa, where do I begin? We're having some seriously dark days (and nights) here at the moment. My eyes are red and swollen. My face is sore and itchy from the salty tears. I don't know if life is going too fast or too slow. I just don't know. I think I've taken a break from reality. Sometimes I hope really hard that this isn't reality. But it is - it's my reality and I wouldn't have it any other way.

How would I feel if I set out to climb a mountain but instead I found myself standing at the edge of a beautiful lake? Would I, could I, appreciate the lake in all it's beauty? Or would I always mourn having not experienced the mountain? I'm staring out at that lake and it's one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, but I just can't shake the vision of the mountain.