After the last few days, I cannot be too sad, for I have found my heroes, and together we vanquished my enemies. We laid waste to everything we once feared and took back countless pieces of our soul, ones we thought were forever lost. But still, as I'm sure you know, these feelings are only fleeting. They disapate faster than they emerge and they force me to wonder how long this calm will last. There are no clouds in sight, yet if anything, I've learned that I should always be prepared, ready. My life, it seems, is an everlasting storm, but the thing is, I love dancing in the rain. And as I regain my strength for the inevitable return of the tempest, I gaze around my new surroundings and I am overwhelmed with a sense of pride. Pride in how far I've come, how much I've grown, and how I overcame even my most profound insecurities. So here I stand, a better me, but still nowhere near the man I know I can be.
