Time changes everything. That's a common conception that seems to loom over most everyone's minds, in some form. Time seems to be changing for the better, in my eyes. I'm not talking about changing for the better for everyone, but at least for myself. Although I'm not really sure how this energetic feeling came about, within the last while I've become very content with myself. Times may be hard, but times also bring new faces, new places, memories to build and continue on. It really makes me think a lot of times, perhaps something someone has done, some small action or gesture could have provoked a new sense. I suppose a lot of times the smallest act of kindness can really prove to be the most moving ones, even if it means nothing to the one giving.