Searching for something beyond the endlessly nihilistic pursuits that modern life puts in our way.

Just keep living. And make it worth staying alive for.

Our little lives begin and end. While stars fall into black holes, disappearing over the event horizon.

It's been so long. On this very sad day I would like to express solidarity with all those who dare to say what's on their mind in whatever medium they choose, whatever it may be that they have to say.

I look at my life now and I see a lot of waste, of time, of direction, of energy. So many things I should be doing but I am not. I've received a wake-up call. I think things may change. I feel it.

With each day that passes from now on I'm just going to be thankful that I'm alive and capable of doing something.

When will people realise that depression is not really a mental illness? It's a physical illness with very real physical effects. And it's a killer.