How strange is this life? To be certainly born into uncertain circumstances. Into this beautiful and deeply upsetting world. It's so bizarre to still wonder. Am I my higher self or am I deeper in the mud than ever? Am I an agent for change or a creator of chaos? Am I the fool or am I enlightened? There is only one life, and there's still so much I don't understand. Yet what I know, and what I cherish, is that you can wake up to your greater self. You can be patient, and you can be kind. You can be wise and almost whole. You can walk out of hell and into the light. You don't have to run away your whole life, instead you can choose to live, to change, and you can be that change someone else might need.
It's as if he is running in circles, forever tormented by the shadows of who he once was. He cannot escape their judgement and that is why he is bound to repeat his mistakes until they finally catch up with him. The faces which disappoint and the souls he lets down, are the very ones from seasons ago. The way they act, think, speak, is as they always have. And while they remain the same, he could not be more different, more aware and in the same breath, more clueless than ever. That's just his life, that's just how his journey is meant to unfold - forever in limbo, between the line of fear and shame, he'll always be the boy, who'll wonder why he came.
