I still remember these old country lanes...

I found my heart and broke it here,

made friends and lost them through the years,

and I've not seen the roaring fields in so long,

I know I've grown,

and I can't wait to go home.

Driving at ninety...

There will be a few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something, something that defies logic, upsets your plans, and may seem crazy to others. They will warn you against it, say it is ludicrous to even phantom, and try to crush your spirit with the damning presence of reality. They will say it has never been done before. That you, just a person without any merit, cannot think to reach so far. When all of that happens, and you feel as if no one is beside you, except your instinct - when that happens, you do it. Listen to your gut and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications, and just go for it. Who knows ... you might just make it.

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.