This is it, boys.

Feelings...conviction...pathos. These things fill me.

My daydreams prove unproductive, frivolous, quite girlish at times. Regardless. They fill me with hope, propelling my goals [and accordingly actions] toward growth, hopefully depth, ultimately a life beatific. Luckily there is also that whole joy in the journey thing.

I joy in the journey, very much. Especially of late.

This is it boys, this is war.

What are we waiting for?