The hardest part, for me, is learning to let go. For some reason tonight I feel like I might be entering just another cycle of the routine of a miserably plain life. However, in the back of my mind where there would usually be angst or anxiety, there is a calmness. I don't know when I'll ever feel complete. I don't know that anyone can ever really find it when it is not fleeting. But I guess I don't really care anymore. Or at least not right now. For who does a man have to please, if in the end his peers are him and his god alone? The things that make me happy leave me with a fairly clean conscience, but my idea of god might paint a more liberally oriented creator or for that matter an altogether apathetic and uninvolved omnipotence. In a society analogous (pronounced an-a-log-us) with a pit of quicksand, you can not simply not fight and make it out. You just sit in the pit and sink slowly. You have to fight in the right way, for the right goal, in order to escape. However simple of a concept it is to just be written or said, it seems like it has taken an awful lot of trial, tribulation, and contemplation to arrive at. Really, all I can say is goodbye to my adolescence and my broken heart, because all I want to do is move on and get new ones; it's tough being anchored in the past.
