one of those days.

i tried my best this year to stay true to my Lenten sacrifices and i think i did pretty good for Lent. but Lent does not last forever and yet again, i have fallen. this struggle, i grow weary of it. but then again, what meaning does life have, if not for the struggle? it is a curious case, this one. there is no light without darkness; no sweetness without bitterness and so forth.