“This great evil. Where does it come from? How’d it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who’s doin’ this? Who’s killin’ us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin’ us with the sight of what we might’ve known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed to this night? “~Thin Red Line
There are so many things the weigh on me that I can’t seem to put to words. When I think of the struggles I will have to endure in the coming years my current existence seems so childish and trivial. I have moments when that reality becomes completely lucid.
Those moments often force me to take a long hard look at myself. The person I am now and the person I will become are worlds apart. I see myself growing, but it’s still not enough. When will I cross that line? Sometimes I think that if I follow where it leads I will never be the same. I fear my friends may never relate to me again. That that part of me will slip away as just mere memories of boyhood.
Maybe it’s what is meant by sacrifice. Maybe I am trading a piece of my heart for something bigger than myself. Something important.