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For the first time I have no idea what I came here to write about. This is unique, because whenever I am staring at this input box, I usually have an idea about what I will fill it with. But not today... this morning! So join me on a spontaneous little trip; I will broadcast my brain live and raw. Okay, maybe not raw - scary town there.

I am a month away from yet another change. I have a theory that there are certain years in your life that just move in cycles. What I mean by this is that the old phrase "same shit, different day" isn't too far from being the story of our lives. Is this a bad thing? Not at all. I think having mediocrity, repetitiveness and even bad times is what makes the better more exciting periods more appreciated. Think: What if everyday was friggin' amazing? Would we recognize it as such, or would it just become mediocre - the norm? See, this is why I don't believe you should live each day as though it were your last. You will tire out and want to die and indeed you will have lived each day like it was the last. It's kind of like eating, you could say - you eat until you are full, but then after a time you become hungry again. Each time you end up raising the bar, you make it harder to experience edifying moments. Your exciting life becomes mediocre and though this mediocrity might be someone else's excitement, you have eaten your fill, digested it and are hungry again. But the last dish just won't do!

So, what of it? Appreciate the good times, but do not fear the bad. It will make your mediocrity a little better in retrospect. Besides, without illness we wouldn't appreciate health would we?

Food for thought.

- G ζ.

one bad deed erases a thousand good
a thousand good deeds erase one bad
this is equal, and so we are entitled to do bad
just to remind ourselves what good is