The Truth: I live a charmed life. Things always seem to work out for me.

No matter how much I try to do otherwise, no matter how often I tempt fate, no matter how many times I take things to the brink of death, with dangerous qualities and destructive behaviors, pushing everyone and everything away from me, I end up watching another beautiful sunrise.

With unique skills and aptitudes, I continuously build my life up with wonderful people and things, only to tear them down all around me. I can’t help myself. It’s a vicious cycle, always leading inexorably to emptiness – to having nothing. And nothing means a new beginning.

Happiness. I like new beginnings. I like starting over. Sharpening my pencils for another first day at school. Nothing ever felt right yesterday, last year; and I love that feeling of hope for tomorrow, for next year. I repeat the same mantra: “Things will be better – different this time.”

I’m leaving today. I’m going to a special place of mine. A place of solace.

I need to swallow some demons, some hungry ghosts. I need to digest life; to find some peace, some comfort, some consolation from my daily suffering. I need to go to my Fortress of Solitude, where I like to go when my undeniable truth comes up. When my crazy just can’t help but show.

I need some space, some time, some isolation. I need to walk along the coast, to say nothing, not a word. I need to watch a sunset from a quiet spot, to dig my toes and fingers into the sand. I need to watch a sunset fall beyond the sea. I need my eyes to blur with tears. I need a new focus.

Mediation. I like to listen to the song of my soul. I like tapping into that energy that guides me. Revealing my purpose and identity. Nothing ever felt right yesterday, last year; and I love that feeling of hope for tomorrow, for next year. “Things will be better – different this time.”