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wiped out by a migraine

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Toronto, 2013.07.08

Had an awful day today. One of the three bad migraines of the year. Didn't eat a meal until 19:00.

And yet I had to return a car in the midst of it all. At least I didn't go half-blind this time the way I once did in Calgary while driving.

But I can count my blessings. With the evidently fatal car crashes we passed on the road yesterday, twelve hours with a thumping head wasn't the end of the world. Gods know it's not the last time.

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