No matter how old you get. No matter how much you change. No matter who you strive to be. No matter how much time passes. You will always be remembered as the child of the youth in your hometown.
I came back home today. 3 months gone by, 3 months of nothing and no one. The only friends I had I talked via laptop, with one exception. Other than that, it was a lot of alone time out in my "wilderness". I had failed. I went out for music and had to come back. I reached out for more and came back with nothing --at least nothing to the naked eye. Arriving home I was expected to be met with disappointment and "why'd I donate my money for his failure?". Instead I was greeted with I'm so happy you're home and I missed you so much.
I went from oatmeal and CostCo doughnuts every meal to "What can I cook for you?" I realized how meaningless it was to be stubborn and refuse help all the time. I was the kid who pretty much flunked, by my standards, all my classes my first term, not because I'm a bad student or didn't listen, I just needed help. I was the same way I was now, so lost by all of the demands that I would focus on one and miss the others. A bunch of jumbled thoughts in no chronilogical order and a perfect reflection of my mind for those who know my far from normal mind the best.
I get Agape Kai Pisti tomorrow morning:) I put his picture (8 weeks and 3 days) at the top
(Love And Faith [in greek])
