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Journal. Best friend. Confidant. Someone or something you share everything with. That something that gives you the emotional and mental release of all your feelings, thoughts, actions and words. It's what gives you some small satisfaction that you aren't, in some small way, keeping it all to yourself. Even if you are writing to yourself, or something greater out there, you aren't keeping it in. Writing is a release. At least, for me it is. It doesn't even matter if anyone sees it or responds. Someday someone will and when that happens my words will touch whomever that may be. I believe all things happen for a reason and that reason is greater than anything in this world can predict.

Life is complicated. Yet so simple. Is it a matter of choice or circumstance? Which way it is for us. Maybe both. I think it's both. But maybe that's too simple of an answer. Nah....it's all a matter of what we make it. Right? Or that's probably just opinion, too. Either way, there are things that are both within and outside of our control. Life happens regardless, and I think that's part of the miracle of life. It happens with or without us.