The irony is - shouldn't a girlfriend NOT read her boyfriend's diary?

I guess the worse kind of dairyland diary are those written specifically for one's significant other, and no one else.

Imagine. A 31 year producer with a girlfriend and 2 dogs is slowly getting old. Even though he fights back against society and time, he loses - badly. He comes to the realization that he might never achieve his dreams. Time is running out.

With a job he hates and a family on his back, the only thing he can do is to make like Sysiphus and roll. The funny things is, even though people who support him encourages him to go for his dream, he still wont do it.

Remember that goofy movie "Defending Your Life" with Albert Brooks and Meryl Streep? Supposedly the only thing that's stopping human beings from moving on to the "next level" (i.e Utopia) is fear.

I'll admit. I am afraid. I am afraid that when it's all said and done, I will fail.

However, I think I'm failing as we speak - just quietly.

Time is running out.

I feel a change come on.