As I find myself at the end of a new year, looking forward to the next with a great deal of caution, I realize that not only do I have no regrets about the past 12-months (or even 25 years), but I don't even care to spend so much giving it a thought. What is done is done and the cards may fall as they will. I am glad that I can say that without regret. I am sincere about it, maybe for the first time in a long time. I have memories, sure. But the "pain", if you will, also has legs and I have done my best to cut them short. Anyway, for a girl who tries to find meaning in the meaningless trivial aspects of everyday living I have come along way to this conclusion: there is no truth. No truths just instances, experiences and occurrences. In other words, life.

What a pleasant thought....life is truth or is that truth is life?