The voice of my hero...

I woke up one day and it's ten-plus years later, and here I am still. Do you know why? It's because I'm content. Maybe even happy. I found my path. My life is quite simple actually. I wake up in the morning. I do my exercises, think my thoughts. I go home after work and play my games, listen to music and myself breathing. It feels good to be alive and exist. A lot of things in my journey haven't worked out for me - but that's all right. More of my life's behind me than in front of me. Who knows how many years I took off it while I was partying. But I'm a lot healthier now, if you can believe it. I still get lonely sometimes, but so does everyone else. We're all looking for some sort of salvation in something. Then usually when we find it, it slips through our fingers. Living is hurting, but I'll take living over the alternative any day. Consciousness is a marvellous gift. Hell, I'm just rambling now. What else is new?