Day 160: Moving Forward
WARNING: This post contains profanity.
JULES: We should be fuckin’ dead now, my friend! We just witnessed a miracle, and I want you to fuckin’ acknowledge it!
VINCENT: Okay man, it was a miracle, can we leave now?
Friday, January 26th, 2001 (87th day off Paxil). A journal entry:
I’m still trying to get used to the feeling of being in the land of the living again. I’ve been gone for a long time — on a trip that I never chose to take and wouldn’t wish on anyone. The feeling that, Holy shit, I’m still here — alive. It’s a feeling that will take some getting used to. It’s not going to happen overnight. Jesus, I shouldn’t be alive right now. And here I am.
The best I can do right now is to put one leg in front of the other (and not to dwell on anything for too long). To look forward, and to walk forward. Not walk fast, but forward. It’s not just the best I can do; it’s all I can do.
I guess it’ll have to do, but because I don’t think I can do anything else.