Disappointment is an interesting thing. For instance, the experiences of this past year of "magical thinking" have certainly brought out new ways of thinking in me. I have been more disappointed in the past 365 days than my entire life before that combined. Why? I don't honestly know. Granted, there have been some successes, yet I can't ignore the times I feel like I let myself down.

I suppose that it is a widely accepted notion that one learns more in situations where there is some opposing force to make one stronger. But frankly, it doesn't make it any easier to accept a let down.

There were/are things in my life that I had always held myself to, details aren't essential, but nonetheless, things I wanted to do with my life. They didn't happen. At least not all of them. I know that life isn't perfect, and that disappointments are a natural part of life, but unfortunately, they haven't really been a part of my life up until this point. So, I guess now is as good a time as ever to start up with some let-downs.

Thus, I will get through it, and not allow myself to be tainted by my self-deprecation. Most importantly, I won't allow it to get blown out of proportion.

"Life was meant to be lived, curiosity must be kept alive, one must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life."
-Eleanor Roosevelt {this was my senior quote, and I still like it}