paying the price
Spring Break begins this Friday. I must say I am glad. I am worn out. Spent. I felt I have suffered enough, and I very much desire a fresh start. I fear, however, that I am not through this time and relief is still over the horizon. Out of sight.
“Nothing of value is free. Even the breath of life is purchased at birth only through gasping effort and pain . . . The best things in life are beyond money; their price is agony and sweat and devotion . . . ” -Mr. Dubios, Starship Troopers If this is true, then I think I will be getting something very very valuable.
I thought I had a lot more to write, but I think I have forgotten most of it now. Ah, who cares? It was probably just some depressed babble.
