Today was... boring. Of course, like many days, it had absolutely no point, other than to be here and exist. To speed life along to the better days when life is really worth living. That's what the purpose of many days is, simply to be. But we can all still appreciate life, whether or not we have boring days. Then there are those days, where everything goes wrong, and then there are the other ones in which everything goes right, and then here we are, right back to the middle, where things are just... well... so-so. In the median. Middle-class. 2nd best. Many such days are pointless, other than to break out that old scary movie you've been meaning to watch for a while, or call that friend and sort out that problem that you pushed aside until a better time or day for you to deal with it.
I like philosophies and I like this journal. I also like days when I can relax, and just be me. I think this is the start of a whole new perspective on life.
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