Thursday, December 05, 1991

Living. “Life and love and simple dreams...”

Nearly a week has passed since I've begun at the cafe. Two more days will be a complete work week, and that is a thought which has me considering the future. I still rather enjoy the job. Cooking is interesting. And keeping busy pretty well makes the day slip by faster, although it may be different if and when I start full time.

I'm still looking forward to the future with some optimism. Or at least I'm trying to. I keep thinking of old ideas and passions. Old dreams. I don't think of Faith much. I think more of Lindsay and Mollie than I do Faith. They are certainly a part of my past now. A part which I will always think of with a smile.

But this runs even deeper. I've looked over some past entries. Since I've written a program which ties all of these entries together, access is made very simple, and wandering from entry to entry is accomplished with ease. So I've been able to see the pathetic meanderings of my mind since April of last year (entries since 1986 until then having yet to be scanned into the computer).

Quite honestly, it's sad. My nature. Past desperation. Even now I savor words and dreams as if they were reality. I waste time in contemplation and daydreams. And quickly ... alarmingly ... the years slip away from me.

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