When I left I told myself it was time for me to go. I learned what I could and used everything I had. I cursed myself for not knowing enough to stay. That my lacking, or my fear of what was the uncertain, perhaps my nature, what was real, wasn’t always relevant.
I was a relic of a different era where the rules that had been, not just instinct but a method to success, had been superseded by others. No, the ones of import I wasn’t even sure were ever in my possession. It was a race where my heart had fell behind, and I no longer could trick the mental shoring holding me together to give anymore, no longer of any use to myself or anyone around me.
A new era awaited and I needed to prepare, take what tools i have to restore what I have broken, with new ideas and old insights, things I missed the first time.
Watch, as this era expands, and when I return I will remain at its center.
Photo by Stefan Stefancik