The Show Must Go On

Barring that I've sorta given up going to church/caring about my faith, life is quite fantastic. I even found a beer I like (Lambic, its a Belgian style of beer. Pineapple FTW!)

I think I'm slowly finding a balance to life....sorta. There's a fine line between enjoying new experiences and acting foolishly. I don't mean stupidly, which would imply short-term poor decisions, such as heavy intoxication or running around naked. I mean foolish, for even a wise man can be a fool. I'm enjoying life, but am I acting in my best interests long term?

If there are heartbreakers in this world, surely there must be heartmenders...

Same song, second verse?

I'm in a familiar and strange place.
I'm trying not to think about it too much, just enjoy the adventure.
But this adventure doesn't fit the mold: I'm not slaying dragons, there's no hunt for treasure or quest to destroy a ring involved. This is the modern adventure of holding hands, leaning on a shoulder watching movies, holding without feeling suffocated.
Its crazy.
Its alive.
Its insane.