And why do you sing Hallelujah if it means nothing to you? Why did you sing with me at all?
I should probably pick up this novel in front of me in which I have absolute no desire of and absorb myself in the pages of Spencer. However, I find myself redirecting my mind in a more familiar pattern, one that has led me to lay my deepest thoughts unto this journal. Of course, in a few days, I will find the error of my madness and wave it off as the fertility of naivety. However, in my current state of mind, as I've briefly acknowledged the great absence of this journal's use, I've more urgently pursued an answer to another problem I've, yet again not encountered, but created.
Instead I'll turn my attention onto the fact that congratulations are due to a great many of people of whom I once called my 'friends.' Look forward to what life brings, not down upon, for you haven't aged as much as Mother Earth so you do not deserve to be scornful. A solemn goodbye to those of you who'll never speak with me again; and a deepest apology on behalf of those that refuse to speak even when I throw my meaningless words at you. Good luck and adventure for all you pursue, you've certainly--grudgingly--made it this far and have become one of your own. Look onward, to the future, to the light...
Cast your fears behind.