What I should write about? Should I discuss what I've been doing the past two weeks? Should I delve into my emotional state? Should I ponder the future and my thoughts on it? Should I tell a story?

I think I'll let myself escape into the world of tall mountains, bright snow and adventures abounding; but only adventures of good things and happiness and humor. There's no fear in this story, no bad guys, no mortal danger, no dark creatures. There's friends and family and food galore; there's fun things like sledding, hiking and snowballs. There's joy most of all, love unreserved and trust, encouragement and security. Then when the days adventure is finished, the sun sets in bright colors and stars creep into the sky, we head inside to warmth and contentment, eating and telling stories until there is nothing more to say. In silence we sip our cocoa and stare sleepily at the fire, until the days tiredness drives us to bed where we dream of pleasant things.

If only it were this simple, if only joy had the upper hand in this world instead of sin, selfishness and death. If only we could love perfectly, as God intended us too. If only I could put my pride aside and be the first to love others instead of waiting to be loved first.