What a past couple of months this has been. This has been on my mind for a good bit, so I suppose I should put it in writing, lest I forget it and leave it behind.
Change is a powerful and inevitable force, yet stealthy and cunning. It comes in silence and overpowers without fail. What a beautiful thing, then, to witness the inevitable. How wonderful it is to speculate upon a constant occurrence, to understand the path down which one travels.
This year has brought my way a great deal more change than I could have expected. Here I sit, mellowed out, pensive, and unable to keep my mouth shut. My tastes have not so much shifted as they have expanded, and I see my tunnel vision fading as the open skies broaden and my horizon grows. I am becoming a new person.
As I indulge myself in science and the arts, I find more and more that there is order in the universe. It is a comfort to know that, beyond all else, there are at least some things in this world that make sense. There is beauty in the world.
Time progresses and I find myself parting ways with some. This is never an easy thing to do, but it must be done. These past years of my life have been spent searching restlessly for stability and confidence, but they are nowhere to be found. Tides wash away the monuments we build to good nature and permanence.
How refreshing, then, to have stumbled upon such a wonderful group of people as I have. This world has made it difficult to spot a genuine person, but I find that it is not as hard as it seems. Indeed, friends are hard to find (perhaps it is due to my strict definitions), but the search is all too worthwhile.
There are many more words to be spoken, but I rest my head in satisfaction for now. Life is good.
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