Huh. So this is what action feels like.
I believe wholeheartedly that you meet yourself in struggle, which to me is one of the most beautiful truths about the human experience. You see, struggle and I are old friends. I understand that space very well because, for 10 years, I sat there mapping out constellations in a room I was too afraid to leave. And that's okay because that's my story. It's uniquely me; it's the blueprint of my 20's and one day I'll look back on this time and I'll fully understand it. Or... maybe I won't. Either way, I'm not looking in that direction any longer.
I set out on this new journey with only two things in my pocket: a compass that doesn't point North and a reminder to leave my shoes on when I get to Spectre because the place I'm going is a continuous dance with those constellations I never needed to map out. It's a place where music, instead of second hand grandfathers, proceeds the setting sun.
It turns out that after all this time I still don't know very much, but I do know one thing: I'm sure to meet struggle where I'm going. And I'm sure that She will look different than who I knew so intimately before this. She will be different because I am different; because that's all struggle was ever meant to be - it was only ever meant to be a looking glass.
It was never meant to be taken seriously.