A Forgotten Dream
8:40 AM 12/15/2007
Mm. I’m starting this post out with nothing in particular in mind. Just a ghost of the last post lingers, and the way I cleared things up.. it made alot of sense.
My times of sickness are hopefully over, and I hope to stay this way.
He says he’ll try and get back to drinking less. I believe him, maybe because I am a fool, or maybe because I am hopeful, and have faith in him. I just hope he doesn’t let me down. Again.
Anyways, on to a brighter subject, these days have been emotionally alright for me.. but I’m starting to reconsider what my true passions are, and what they make me. I know he doesn’t think highly of philosophy, but to be honest, there’s not much I can really do, being stuck here in a place like this. Always. To be honest, and I know I deny it most of the time, my dream was originally to be great. Not just great, but great in magical practice. It’s too late now.. my denial has caused me to steer forth another path, and that path is philosophy. The easy route out. If I was able, I would learn and practice everyday with or with someone else, until I was great..
But I’m already 15. Time is passing me by as I continue to deny my true dream. And I will continue denying it so, just so I can become somebody. A philosopher, is what I am now. And all I can ever will be.
