This is the fifth journal I started. Not that I’ve written 5 journals. I end up never continuing with my thoughts and writing them down. I think this will be good for me. An outlet. An audience.

Moments are so fleeting. Temporary. One can view life as a series of moments that you experience and when one ends, you move on to the next. How empty. Trivial. Snowball. Building up and growing as it goes. Those jeep owners that proudly wear the dirt they accumulate from adventures. The ones that keep theirs spotless. Which is it. To start over or to carry.

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