Intense passion runs in our family. That's why most of us are dead.

Choose Life.  Choose a job.  Choose a career.  Choose a family.  Choose a big television...

I could write a lengthy treatise regarding my general state of being and the changes undergone over the course of the past year.  I will do no such thing, however, as I believe many of the thoughts I have regarding the subject are meant to be understood by me alone.  I am also lazy.

So instead, I leave you with this: We pass love from one object to another in an attempt to revisit a place we've never been.  But eventually, we find it.