Scripts from Endeavor 8th

You know more than anyone what last year took out of a soul. He walks a step slower maybe. A bit less full of himself. A bit less cocksure. That’s not always a bad thing. A bit of uncertainty, a bit of doubt makes a man more careful in his work. More thorough. Perhaps time does that to all of us, sooner or later. There are some blows from which one never quite recovers. Not fully, at least.

Maybe we’re as much what we hates as what we love. In the end, we all pick a team or a team picks you. Not if you’re no good at sports. I was always the last to be chosen. The one neither side wanted in the team.

Snow is beginning to thaw. The sun always comes up. Just got to hold on for it a bit longer sometimes.