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the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Sydney, 2001.05.06

Well, what a day. Sara has changed her mind about the entire us-forever concept. Says she needs out. I said, "Anything for you, darling. If I love you, I must set you free." She'd made up her mind, and had been trying to spit it out for weeks, it seems. It was a good 2 years, 9 months. But it's over.

I already miss her. I fled to a bar this evening, and heard someone with her laugh. It was quite unnerving.

rand()m quote

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

—John Gardner