Dear Journal,
Even though I've been curbing my flights of fancy for a long time now out of fear and facing my reality head on and have been the better for it, it's true that imagination makes the world go around. It truly does.
All reality is true only because of what we imagine. It is vital in love and in hatred.
Our reality is as true as our imagination is.
Love,
Me.
I'm grateful for my fertile imagination.
I'm grateful for my healthy grey matter.
I'm grateful for moments of silence.
I'm grateful for Pa. I love him.
I'm grateful for Ma. I love her.
I'm grateful for Pa.
I'm grateful for Buchchu.
I'm grateful for Dadu Dimma dadu and Thamma.
I'm grateful for my future that I think holds great promise.
I'm grateful for Sheshu and Konu.
I'm stumped that I know of no relatives who are homosexuals. I'm grateful that we live in a world where people are connected to their sexuality.
I'm grateful for all my friends.
I'm grateful for all my cousins, nieces and nephews.
I'm grateful for Sadhya. I hope she and Booch get married.
I'm grateful for that one person who will have me and who I will have.
I'm grateful for this great night.
I'm grateful for music.
I'm grateful for books.
I'm grateful for films.
I'm grateful for all my experiences that make my life whole.
I'm grateful for this beautiful life.
I'm grateful for my job.
I'm grateful for the love that engulfs me.
Love,
Me.
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