the days of grinding everything out. day after day of working at a job that you hate, but you have to hold on. you have to believe that it really will get better. that you have to go out and shake the trees as it were, I the hope that there will be something that will fall out, that you will be able to use.
it is interesting to me, that even with that in mind, there are still moments of contentment, even happiness or shall I mention, even joy. that we can escape, even for a few hours. the things that keep us from going up the tree.
now what is all of this leading to, well I am not sure, but it does seem to be getting better.