People need to feel as though they belong somewhere-- that they have a place to call home. And while I can say that Charleston is my home, I feel so far away. I am so far away. Right now, more than ever, I need to go home. I need a reminder of where I come from, who and what has shaped me into the man I am now. This city blocks out so much.
I need a familiar face.
It just so happens that my good friend,
Jessika, is coming up soon.
That will be wonderful.
I've been a mess for one main reason. The reason is not important. However, due to it, I have fallen a long way down, and there have been times where I have felt I wasn't capable of picking myself up. During those times, I found comfort in my mother, Hanna, and music.
I've been watching a lot of Planet Earth lately.
The world has a strange and awesome way of balancing itself.
For example, in the grasslands, as soon as grass begins to cover all of the land, providing food and nourishment for the animals, a fire sparks. The grass, along with any weak, old, or sick animals, is caught in the flames. Eventually, the fire dies, and leftover is ash-- a sort of fertilizer for new grass to grow.
Perhaps the best way to grow will always be through pain. Perhaps even the worst of situations provide some good.
So I hope to use this opportunity to reexamine where I come from and who I am and ultimately grow as an individual.
Maybe later this year things will be better, and this whole experience will have been for the best.
