Been a while. I hadn't thought about it for a while, but I came back and read some of the logs I made a while back.
It's strange, in that, even during a time of what I considered to be growth as a person, I still had so much growing to do. So much innocence. Things were still magical and fresh, and the things looming on the horizon were exciting.
Slowly those things are replaced by the stark reality of things today. Everything is contrasted against a backdrop of innocence that was once much more colorful, but as time goes on it wears away at you. The color slowly drains.
Old concerns are replaced by new ones. Seeing friends in caskets is shocking, yet more shocking is the speed at which we men move on. They knew the score, they knew what they were doing. They weren't heroes, they were just men. They've asked for nothing in return, nor do we.
I used to get mad at people for the things they say. Now I realize 99% of them have absolutely no influence in what goes on anyways. Their opinions are worth something only as long as the mortal blanket shields their life from the deep freeze of the universe, before they bleed out their essence and stair blankly into space. We are in the business of moving worlds.