My Happiness Grows In Direct

Now I Feel And I Say All The Time That Vanity Is, Like, Long Gone. I'm Really Free Of Worrying About What I Look Like, Because It's Out Of My Shaky Hands. I Don't Control It. So Why Would I Waste One Second Of My Life Worrying About It?

I Don't Subscribe To Any Particular Doctrine Or Ideology. I Just Think That There's Kind Of A Good And Bad, The Good Being Life In Its Purest, Happiest Form, And The Other Being The Darker Side Of Existence.

I See Possibilities In Everything. For Everything That's Taken Away, Something Of Greater Value Has Been Given.

You Know What I Want? The Answer Is, I Truly Don't Know What I Want. I Don't Want To Do A Television Series. I Want To Do Dramas As Well As Comedies, But I Have No Idea What Kind Or In What Order. Just Give Me The Chance At Them.

Turning Fully Toward The Glass, I Consider What I See. This Reflected Version Of Myself, Wet, Shaking, Rumpled, Pinched, And Slightly Stoop, Would Be Alarming Were It Not For The Self-satisfied Expression Pasted Across My Face. I Would Ask The Obvious Question, 'what Are You Smiling About?' But I Already Know The Answer: 'it Just Gets Better From Here.'