With escatology assured, what matters now is the process of getting there.

Always keeping in mind that the difference between a gift and a curse that between love and selfishness, as with the ending of a journey being a story of strength, or weakness.

Thinking back to the entry I had posted on men (and the lack of good ones) in the dating world, (yes Dustin, the one you went berserk over), I remember how I said that I was depressed at "the lack of men who would travel round the world to be with you, much less save you". I think I've gotten it sorted out in my head: I was someone who can and will fight for what he chooses, and not someone who just falls for what he cannot resist.

I just don't want to wake up 50 years from now, repeating the pained words of Bridget Jones: "You never mustered the strength to fight for me".

Ahh but it's not that hard really. Choose and commit.
But choose wisely, and with both head and heart.

Let's go.