Time is never time at all...

I'm beginning to suspect that the moment I've been waiting for, doesn't require waiting and the things I'll remember most, won't be things at all. It's good to be scared, it means you still have something to lose. But as I stand here, wasted from life, I wonder how does a boy who jumps into a rabbit hole plumeting into chaos come out unchanged. The answer; he doesn't. Have you noticed how it's never something huge that changes everything, but instead it's the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you're busy focusing on the big picture...

What I've come to learn is that above all, I have to watch with glittering eyes the whole world around me, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places and if I don't believe in magic, I will never find it. It's happening again, I knew it would, I just never thought it would be this intense. It has disaster written all over it and of course, the reason we all love will never be known and I hope it never is, because really, where's the fun in that?

It's just so overwhelming to start at the beginning again. So much to prove, so much still to gain. And for the first time, since it all started, I'm not so sure I'll make it. Things aren't going according to my plan. They never quite do, but I always seemed to see a greater meaning behind every failure. Now, as I gaze upon the mountain I have to conquer, I can't stop wondering if the view will really be worth it...