Maybe we won't always live to regret the shiningly innocent and naive moments of optomism we choose to release into the atmosphere.

But in that moment, like a polaroid taken, I can see that I was smiling and I was happy.

I'd much rather leave evidence that I was happy than look back at my life and wonder, "What was I feeling? What did I do with my time? Where has it gone..."

So I will continue my painful, uphill, often-faught-against pathway. And perhaps in the end I'll have something glowing to show for it.