Meet me on calvary.

It's interesting to find oneself stuck on a journey that seems obsolete and ill fated. When you sincerely believe nothing will work out and it's all completely downhill from here...please, don't misunderstand me, I am not whining nor am I naive enough to think that my negativity is truth. It's not. Still, words, as small and meaningless as they can be, are also so powerful and dangerous.

I have found myself at a place, vacant and penetrating, that has brought to me this rushing feeling. A surge of....dejection? I mean, the words are above me and I can't reach them, but I'm sure it's familiar to many people. I talk a lot about progression, about change, and if there is one thing I do not want to be (again) is a hypocrite. I will rise above myself, above others expectations, above so-called "fate". My life, your life, is your own and nothing, not even unexplainable fear, can take that away from you.

Okay, I'm done with my lecture...go in peace.