Six months into this year, the world has changed enough for a life time, and there’s six more to venture through.
Every month has literally become a new level of Jumanji, a game my self, as many others are tired of playing. Between personal trials, and a nation in despair, thres just no where to go for peace, or clarity.
Covid, the break of a civil war, breaking out of depression, almost losing my mother, mending a broken heart, murder hornets, 100+degree artic cap....life is literally falling apart each and every one of us.
Selfishly, I am progressing. I almost feel guilty for even stating it. School, financially, and most importantly, mentally. It has been a very long time since I have had this level of peace in my life. Funny, as the entire world is damn near on fire. Ha. I cant help but chuckle at the fact, the year the world actually ends, I finally put my ducks in a row.
It is what it is i suppose.
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