Castle on the hill...

More than anything, the year to come shall decide what fate and pride have wrought. As I plummet myself with full speed towards my destiny - whatever it may be, I find that all the lessons I have learned in the past serve as vigilant guides. They steer me left and right, reminding me that any pothole can be overcome, and fighting off the magnetic pull of the void is easier when one is not battling demons within. I shall march ahead pretending that it was my destiny all along, and if I stumble and fall beneath the pressure, I shall smile and move on, for failure too is life. I never quite pictured myself standing at the edge of glory, and so confidently letting the breeze sway my thick brown hair, ignoring the fact that it might push me down the cliff and into the abyss. I guess I have changed - more than I expected, perhaps even more than I dare to admit. What remains forever the same though, is my primal loneliness, this thing that is not a blog, and that same old stupid grin on my face.