Starting the chase again...

My anxiety is tearing me apart. The next few moments are critical - both for my personal and professional life. It has not gotten easier, if anything, it is more complex than ever. I am in the final stretches of growing up, and nothing will shape me quite like these last few miles. I have already tumbled and sustained injuries, and while I've been given a second chance, I surely won't be given a third. I brace myself for impact and thrust myself towards the moon. With full speed ahead I have no other choice but to collide with every demon that's ever taken residence inside my soul. Who knows, I might just make it.

We are all alone. We are born alone, we die alone, and in spite of all the lies we tell ourselves, we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, even with all of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely - at least, not all the time - but essentially, and finally, alone. He had already accepted this truth, though he still made companionship with whatever there was around him, sometimes with the universe and sometimes with his own insignificant self. Yet the one true friend, who was always by his side, were the words he blurted on paper for no one else to read but him - let fail all else.