8 Years, One Moment.

One Moment.
It freaks me out constantly that the difference between Happiness and severe depression are separated by moments that are just fractions of a second long. Eight years after developing a passion that has only brought me despair, I can't begin to explain how much I'm freaking out right now. In a year that saw my other major passion rise up then burn to the floor and smash into a million pieces, with me along with it, I had every doubt that I would be waiting at least another 4 years for this moment. Then all of a sudden some dude, who I had no confidence in at all, pulls off a miracle. They should make Mark Australian of the year. I guess the year is becoming the ultimate definition of bittersweet.