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Ah its been awhile my friend. How long now? Long enough I suppose...long enough indeed...
The world truly is strange. Things make more sense in the way I was always told they would. I've changed so much since the high school days. I have gained and lost, laughed and cried, and learned and grown as an individual. I don't feel old though. I remember when I was younger how old I thought I'd feel by now but it hasn't hit me yet. That's ok with me, the thought of becoming an old man just doesn't appeal to me quite yet. My dreams, while many are the same, have changed and the way to attain them has changed drastically. It seems something new happens every day
So it goes.
I used to be so careful with things. The idea of having high risk in any situation was something I would avoid at all costs, it seems now that things are different. I've begun to embrace risk. I used to think about how easy it would be for me to just die in an instant. Have a car wreck, job accident, etc. I'd always slow down and try to think of ways to prevent it. But now, for the first time in my life, I've harbored a new philosophy that Mr. Vonnegut put so beautifully "So it goes."
It all happens, it always has happened, and it will always happen. Time will continue to progress. You will have many triumphs, and you will be brought to your knees in humiliation. It is the roller coaster of life. Decisions will be made and you may not always like them; but the sun will continue to rise the next day, even if not for us.
But to focus on all of those things is truly an exercise in futility. There's nothing you can do. But that's the beauty of it is it not? Through all of this reflection though there has come something: an old friend I thought was gone long ago.
He's a different fellow then most of you probably remember. He's let his hair grow out a bit. He's got a new coat these days, the letterman had to go eventually. But he is the pure form of himself and that's a good thing I suppose. Don't worry though, he is always changing and growing.
You wanna go down there? Into the English Voodoo? Fine. And beyond? Fine, very fine. Just take precautions. That wet trip is a demon-path of bliss and pain, equal amounts. Be careful. Be very, very careful. Those sugar walls will squeeze you to the bone. Cat knows. Cat has been there.
And lived.
Just.
You want to see the scars?
Well yes, I guess you do...
The world truly is strange. Things make more sense in the way I was always told they would. I've changed so much since the high school days. I have gained and lost, laughed and cried, and learned and grown as an individual. I don't feel old though. I remember when I was younger how old I thought I'd feel by now but it hasn't hit me yet. That's ok with me, the thought of becoming an old man just doesn't appeal to me quite yet. My dreams, while many are the same, have changed and the way to attain them has changed drastically. It seems something new happens every day
So it goes.
I used to be so careful with things. The idea of having high risk in any situation was something I would avoid at all costs, it seems now that things are different. I've begun to embrace risk. I used to think about how easy it would be for me to just die in an instant. Have a car wreck, job accident, etc. I'd always slow down and try to think of ways to prevent it. But now, for the first time in my life, I've harbored a new philosophy that Mr. Vonnegut put so beautifully "So it goes."
It all happens, it always has happened, and it will always happen. Time will continue to progress. You will have many triumphs, and you will be brought to your knees in humiliation. It is the roller coaster of life. Decisions will be made and you may not always like them; but the sun will continue to rise the next day, even if not for us.
But to focus on all of those things is truly an exercise in futility. There's nothing you can do. But that's the beauty of it is it not? Through all of this reflection though there has come something: an old friend I thought was gone long ago.
He's a different fellow then most of you probably remember. He's let his hair grow out a bit. He's got a new coat these days, the letterman had to go eventually. But he is the pure form of himself and that's a good thing I suppose. Don't worry though, he is always changing and growing.
You wanna go down there? Into the English Voodoo? Fine. And beyond? Fine, very fine. Just take precautions. That wet trip is a demon-path of bliss and pain, equal amounts. Be careful. Be very, very careful. Those sugar walls will squeeze you to the bone. Cat knows. Cat has been there.
And lived.
Just.
You want to see the scars?
Well yes, I guess you do...