What I'm hoping for is change; inside me. That I can see the same world in a new way. I ruminate, I speak my mind, I hold back. I cry and curse my weakness. Then I carry on. I do wish I had Winston Churchill's resolve! "Never, never, never give up." "If you're going through hell, keep going." My upper lip isn't so stiff; it tends to quiver on occasion.
This is what life looks like from here.