Time passes so fast.

My daughter is growing day by day, and I'm just astonished that I'm loving her more and more each day. This joy of parenthood cannot be described. It has to be experienced. The joy of seeing your own child discover more new things and learn more and more every single day.

Work has been tough, as it always has. I'm beginning to think maybe I can't be doing this my whole life. Looking at other options, maybe consider stepping out of my comfort zone.

The fragility of life is also getting to me recently. A colleague of mine passed away just over a week ago, due to an illness that should not normally become so serious for someone of his age. It just seemed so sudden, and although I didn't know him very well, the very finality of his passing from this world struck me deeply. Then, just a few days ago, a prominent comic artist also passed away, at the age of 37, succumbing to cancer. It just seems to drive home the uncertainty of life, the uncertainty of tomorrow. Who knows what will happen in the next 10 minutes of our life? Will it be our last 10 minutes on this earth?

I think I've wasted enough of my time. I'm going to try and do what I've always felt called to do, and not just keep waiting for the right moment, or just be too lazy to start anything. I want to help make the world - at least the world in my sphere of influence - a better place than before.

Hoo boy, that's what happens when you just finished a night shift and had only over an hour of sleep; you turn melancholy and melodramatic.