I’m spending my late night lying on my bed, watching Bridget Jones’s Diary. It’s one of those movies that I have watched hundreds of times, to the stage it has become a thing of comfort. It is something that serves as a reminder that life is a constant battle of trial and error. The plans we have for ourselves, very rarely work out the way we hope.

As a result, it can be pretty hard to keep going, to keep trying again. It gets to the stage, where one may stop seeing the point of trying , especially when it doesn’t seem to change anything.

I guess, that all you can do is put your head down and take it one step at a time. Sometimes the steps might not be in the right direction, but they are movement somewhere. And that’s the important thing. Or at least that’s what I try to convince myself.