  I'm returning to forgotten pastimes and recreations--music, calligraphy, poetry, origami. I'm re-learning a language I've shelved for some time--Portuguese--and I thought French was hard. I'm reflecting on my neglected past from which I draw fresh insights into my daily existence. I'm discovering how, where and why I fit in this world. I'm making a conscious effort to live Life one day at a time: not to rush into and out of each day I've been given to live out. I strive to see both the tree and the forest so I can strike a prudent balance between the details and the big picture. I'm beginning to accept that I cannot possibly please everyone everytime. They will all have to wait for their turn, and if that inconveniences them, it is through no fault of mine anymore.
I know that voices abound to give their own two cents on every matter--some in good faith, some not--and realize that the most important voice I should heed is my own. I am making peace with the way things are with me and adjust accordingly. I believe that my destiny and purpose are bigger than my own self and that I had best learn how to harness it properly for the greatest good.
I am daily pleased at the little accretions to my admittedly inferior wisdom, comforted by the fact that all things I suffer myself to go through are never futile. I believe in vicarious learning, but that the mistakes you commit yourself have the more lasting effects. I believe that all the good--and bad--that you do comes around to pay you in full with accrued interest. I believe in a pluralistic society, not so much out of tolerance as out of a genuine appreciation of our vibrant and essentially human diversity.
I believe that happiness is possible if we count ourselves worthy of it. Although it hasn't yet come in my life, I believe I'm getting there. And I'm not afraid to ask for the moon; it's but commensurate to what you'll get in return. 
