This time it truly has been a while. The world has changed quite a bit. I'm surprised this thing still exists. I'm surprised it's still here, untouched, like a time capsule of the feelings and thoughts I once had. The strange thing is that it's familiar, yet distant, like an old friend that you're unexpectedly catching up with.
I can say that while I can sympathize, I'm not this person any longer. I don't find myself weighed by the Witch of my depression, or chased down by my insecurities. Maybe I've matured, or maybe I've learned to bottle my emotions better, I'm not sure, or even sure if it's healthy.
I've not written like this in a long time. For various reasons, I felt the need to write again. It was a big part of who I was growing up, and it's the biggest thing from that time that I've felt I've lost. As melodramatic and symbolism-filled as my writing was, I still feel like it was good. My writers wit has certainly diminished in the interim (like a rusty knife, dulled with neglect and age?). I want to start again.
Part of me struggled with whether to post this. To disrupt this time capsule, or to leave it and start fresh. Part of me likes to see the path I've taken, and what 6 years can do. Part of me wants get rid of the somewhat garish theme, and broken links.
I think I'll just leave this here. A silent punctuation to a story no one read.
Still one of my favorite quotes, and it seems appropriate:
“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
― Hunter S. Thompson
― Hunter S. Thompson
