It's a strange feeling going from the center of the world to relative obscurity in the blink of an eye...
That sacrifice is a means to an end, but I suppose so is everything. And in that relativity, where there should live fear and despair, I have found some solace. Because who are we truly if we are unable to look at our past, present, and future selves with open and honest eyes? There is no shame in wanting to understand who we were, are, will, and can be. This is about growth. This is about change. Always moving forward.
And so onward I struggle, weaving through this new landscape like a vagabond, unsure of how to navigate myself and many of the paths I am beating into the ground. All I have to guide me is my instinct and an unwavering desire to conquer all the plans I have laid out before me. Since 18, those plans have been mine and mine alone.
Across these last 6 years, I have had the good fortune of being able to turn strangers into friends, and those relationships have aided me along in my journey. And I am eternally thankful for that. But in the end we all die alone. And thus, we live alone.
In that vain, my plans--my dreams--are mine and mine alone too. Somehow though, that solitude has always been my strength, my will to carry on; through dignity lost, through broken bones and broken spirits, through failure.
...so in that blink, I am new again Reinvented. Reinvigorated. Redesigned. And yet, the more things change, my dreams still stay the same.