Twenty Sixteeni
2016 has been, by far, my best year in history. It has also been, by far, the hardest, most painful and most dangerous year of my life. It is not my desire to be controversial in order to create interest in my life, in particular. The details of any one life really don't matter to this story. Everyone has their own 'shit' to sort and, as luck would have it, a closely matching level of what they can manage. Plus, you don't ever have to look far to see someone who has it better or worse than you. So why compete, really? It seriously doesn't matter who has the most, who does the most or who has it the worst or does the least. They're all ridiculous things to even consider. The only time anyone finds meaning in anything is when they do it for someone else, anyway. Even if their minds are good at convincing them otherwise. You must also consider outside influence, like the impact wounds of life's machine gun array on any given day. Not everyone...