March in Connecticut will perhaps always be the coldest,

but April is the cruellest.

I need to learn to be more vague. only then I can post true blog posts.

Why do I attach myself to what is fleeting and ephemeral?

For the most fiery ideas only cause struggle and suffering.

But is suffering harmful in the least?

I just realized something.

In 100 years, I’ll be gone. And in my old age, I won’t have any good memories of my childhood and adolescence. I don’t know exactly what I’ll remember of it.

I’ve realized that I haven’t lived, really.

I need to do something about that.