i wonder if people here validate themselves through material possession. actually that goes for people everywhere. but there's just so much money here, and endless desires. it gives me energy to thrive, but not so much a reason.

i started to see things differently as soon as i boarded that plane. i no longer fret and fear, and i put my guessing mind to rest. i see that everything happens for a reason, and i ought not to rush myself or others to arrive at a conclusion. this too is a process, and i probably should enjoy and experience every part of it even if it's painful and suffocating sometimes. life goes on, and getting on with my life does not mean leaving love behind. love goes on in my heart.

jesse jackson on tv yelling "keep hope! alive!" indeed.