Over the past decade or so I've realised that I've often been stumbling from one crisis into the next. Never a moment to catch a break or appreciate moments. In essence always travelling at light speed with few stops in between. Finding a resting calm in the centre of tumultous storms, some worse than others yet never really worse for wear. Occassionally though it does catch up to me and the fatigue sets in. Tired of the storms, tired of always being in battle. As soon as one war is won another rolls with darker clouds in the horizon. A brief respite as the gentle rain washes away past scars before turning into another storm. Forward unto dawn I wield my axe and fight on. Having learned to be comfortable in war I find that I'm restless in peace time. Dreading the inevitable yet never really able to enjoy the momentary rest.
As another year draws to a close its time to take into account the ones preceding it. Personally, my years ebb and flow into each other. Rivulets that converge into the main stream that is life itself. My life hasn't been marked in years rather in epochs each with its key marker. Some epochs have been filled with the wonder of the stars, others have been dead space. Bordering on the nightmarish yet I still push through. Always anchored on a Firm Foundation though at times I'm blown about by the occassional unsettling winds of change.
Heading into the New Year, I hope to strike out on a rock in the far reaches of space I can call my own. My very own space colony. A quiet place free from horror, for at least a little while. Perhaps one with a docking bay where other travellers can stop over every now and again. A place where responding to a call to arms will be a choice and not out of necessity. As the New Year dawns, I wish you all well. I hope that you are able to find rest. Whatever battles you face may you come out the other side, not battle-worn but battle-hardy and more importantly filled with hope for the future.
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