When you tell the great stories of your life, no one will have to ask why. They won't need explanations or reasons or someone to help them follow along.

It will all seem perfectly clear.

But while they're happening...

I don't think I've been clear on a god damn thing since I was thirteen. Don't think I understand anything any better then I did damn near half a lifetime ago.

In three days I'll be twenty six. As of three hours ago it's 2007. Never thought I'd live to see either one of those.

I've seen things. I know how it will all play out. The rest of my life is now. Is that such a bad thing?

If it doesn't bother me, why should it bother anyone else.

So much I've missed out on, so much I've yet to do.

Who are we kidding though?

All I have left is time.

I once said that every great story I'd ever tell has already happened to me.

Maybe I was right and maybe I was wrong.

I came. I saw. I kicked ass...and somewhere between I loved a little and lost a lot.

I don't know if I ever really slowed down.

I've learned things, but not everything.

Half things really.

I know what I want...but not how to get it.

I know where I want to be...but not really where I am.

I know Love is not enough...but I've never figured out what is.

The great stories of your life are the simple ones.

They begin at the beginning and they end at the end.

And though the best may be behind us, there are still plenty left ahead.

Happy New Year...