The road ahead is clear. He must do what he has always done. He must defy the laws of nature, overcome the hand he has been dealt, and play the game to win. They will hate him for it, and they will whisper behind his back, yet this is the life he chose long ago, and this is the journey he shall march till the end of time. His drive has been renewed with a greater sense of what is at stake. He is running out of time, and the future has never demanded so loudly to be lived. The choices he makes at this very moment shall echo his entire life, and growing up feels harder than he ever thought possible. The chase has begun and soon he shall be forced to say farewell to the child within - to the innocent façade of all that was once holy, and embrace all that which he ran away from. These moments are golden, they are like tiny pieces of fabric being sown and weaved into the shell that surrounds him. The strands of time wash away, and he is left with the simple notion that if he wants to reach the stars, he'll have to breakway from the friends that bind, and the love that withholds - he will once again have to be alone.
