Despite my insane levels of anxiety, unpredictable insomnia, and chronically stupid decision making, at the end of the day or night (there's no beginning or end for me), I'm grateful for so many things.
I'll end with a quotation from one of my favourite novels, Sherwood Anderson's Winesburg, Ohio:
"It was his notion that the moment one of the people took one of the
truths to himself, called it his truth, and tried to live by it, he
became a grotesque and the truth he embraced became a falsehood."
It's a beautiful novel that intricately captures the depth and complexity of human emotion, frailty, and strength.