By way of remembering. And hinting.
For two, three years I have startled myself by allowing myself to be consumed in a whirlwind of desire, ambition, secret hopes and wretched dreams; now that I am 27 it seems clear that none of it amounted to very much except for the ideals which remain pure and unblemished by prevarication, compromise, and shoddy teleology. I am blessed in having one shining light that reminds me day after day that there is good in this world, not just cosmically between the light and the dark, but also in all aspects of how we live, behave, connect and comprehend each other. Morality lives on; we must live as if we are more than mere constructs.
So, as I prepare for a new year, a new life, a return to the fold, and once again embrace all that was good and wonderful about humanity, I shall remember how and why, and who, helped me understand once more. It is, as was said, too little, too soon, too much, too late, but faith will see us through.
Thank you. You know a little of what you do, after all.