I want to keep a record of my thoughts. I probably shouldn't. I just read something that I'd written a long time ago and I felt disappointed in myself since I felt that I used to be much more eloquent and contemplative. Have I  actually become dumber? How might I have let that happen?

Or maybe I'm the same fool who is still relentlessly contending. I think it's important to persevere, to cope or to struggle. This continual contending is exhausting. It's poisonous. So from me to past me: Good job, buddy.