Day 0295

Taking it one day at a time, enduring the current blank, bland days in anticipation of an imagined future filled with stimulation, challenge, reward.

Conscious that my schoolboy friends were moulded and influenced by me. If I shut up and let them speak and express themselves nowadays I realise how much more moderate, reasonable and warm they are, and probably always have been. I feel like I am the rotten apple that spoils the whole lot.

For I centre my affection almost entirely on myself, bestowing only a very little on others. All that others divide among an infinite number of friends and acquaintances, to their glory and to their grandeur, I devote entirely to my mind's repose and to my own person. What escapes from me into other channels, does not really do so with my deliberate consent.
Michel de Montaigne - Essays