Here at the start of all things new, here at the fresh beginning to a fresh year, a 1 at the end of the date, a decade’s infancy, we still face things we’ve faced before. Here, at the onset, we still find ourselves looking backwards, we see our vision tunneled and we focus on the wrong things, a camera with a faulty lens, we see only unworthiness. I may seem (maybe, I actually don’t know how the hell I seem) like someone who has it together most of the time, like a bloke that